These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind.
Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
*PTY | 20 [03.08.17]
These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind.
Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
*PTY | 20 [03.08.17]
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...