iii.
the scent of sick leaves
washes over me
and tonight purple stars hang all over.
i find myself missing white christmas trees,
long sighs
and you are here.
then i wonder what i am really doing here.
lament.
21Nov2012
follow me in by steffxnie
Poetry » General Rated: T, English, Hurt/Comfort, Words: 155, Follows: 1, Published: 6/23/2011 Updated: 11/26/2012}
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Chapter 3: iii