The daylight creeps in,
I feel your skin against mine…
memories return;
darkness enshrouding our moans,
a year bleeds into the next.
– 02/01/19
The daylight creeps in,
I feel your skin against mine…
memories return;
darkness enshrouding our moans,
a year bleeds into the next.
– 02/01/19
The road least travelled,
we walked on amongst the trees,
will we meet again?
In the abandoned chamber
your hair falls over my face.
– 01/01/19