Tuesday, June 21, 2016


I would stare at my hand
And be very sad
Close my eyes
Until sleep would come
Wondering about how
My hand would touch
To none
And how none makes
Things sad
Playing with everytime

6:31AM - Skin Stars

She was always quiet With glistening eyes And a trace of smirk On her lips She had stars on her skin I can trace constellations, ...