Poems from alycat32
Im tired of the lonesome nights
Im tired of the longing for something ill never have
The touch that I cry for is something my body will...
Nothingness is what fills me on the inside.
Theres no ambitious, drive, or enthusiasm.
My optimism is starting to decompose in the soil...
In my dreams, i see faces. I hear voices. In my life, I dont understand them.
In my dreams, I see us. I hear your voice. In my life, I...