xii. HAUNTED BY WHAT USED TO BE.
your silhouette dances in the moonlight.
i see you next to me.
why don't i feel anything?
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
what tomorrow brings.
Поезіяxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
xii. haunted by what used to be.
xii. HAUNTED BY WHAT USED TO BE.
your silhouette dances in the moonlight.
i see you next to me.
why don't i feel anything?
