At the stroke of midnight, My reign comes to a melancholy end I set off on the long, lonely journey home, To wipe off all the glitter and grime once again
Tag: Midnight
Perfect Outline
For forever, I'd have proof This beautiful human being Was once mine to hold, Even if only for a short while
When the Cicadas Cry
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Introverted Creativity 