Wind.
The moon rose and peeked at me.
My heart raced.
It fixed nothing for my pain,
But for the moment allowed me to gain,
A brief reprieve from the mental sprain,
I’d found myself under.
-N
An Incurable Romance Writer
Wind.
The moon rose and peeked at me.
My heart raced.
It fixed nothing for my pain,
But for the moment allowed me to gain,
A brief reprieve from the mental sprain,
I’d found myself under.
-N