Valentine, Valentine,
The means of which small bodies are thrown into fits of whines,
The feasts that jerk at appetites,
And barbaric feats in the face of a lack of diet,
The visions that blur, just some tears causing it.
Leaving the house with all the candles lit,
Just wondering how long time will tic before its spent,
Just hoping you have enough to pay this month's rent.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
When Sanity is Lost
PoesiaAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
