Once again, it's 3:00 a.m., and my eyes are splattered with salt water.
-I can't help it
YOU ARE READING
CONJOINED
PoetryFor him, when he hugs me, he makes me feel like I'm coming home after a long day at work.
3:00 am
Once again, it's 3:00 a.m., and my eyes are splattered with salt water.
-I can't help it
