sad turning out of the sight,
out of mind.
Be or not,
a small vicious riot, a pale blue dot,
u own a place, and i drink your presence
like bloody mary.
If your sorrow's a phase, and about to launch up,
just tell me.
the silence of the lambs, the creeping.
The dinner's been served,
but we're too occupied grieving.
a lone cowboy in space, rode a capricorn up the milky way.
If your isolation's a period,
just say.
dark planet earth 3000
© Copyright: Неттер Линг, 2024
Свидетельство о публикации №124090703431
Свидетельство о публикации №124090703431
Рецензии