I swear you were just here... Warm and alive. Preparing for tomorrow... Not expecting to die.But now the bed is cold and the curtains have shut... Hiding the white linen sheets left stained in disgust.
I swear you were just here... Warm and alive. Preparing for tomorrow... Not expecting to die.But now the bed is cold and the curtains have shut... Hiding the white linen sheets left stained in disgust.
AO Poetry 