White lies lit up the blackened sky.
She drew a line, but you crossed it.
I found you sitting in a hotel room, figuring out how you lost it.
Black ties stained the bleached sofa.
And maybe just now, you've found it.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write
同人小說It works like an ideas book. Just quick ideas for stories I'll probably never make full length stories. ❤
