I thought the dark would be nice.
Ya know? The night sky of the crinkling lights.
Like the stars that shine - never alone.
Well I was wrong;
The wet mound that slid down the creak of my eye,
Says enough.
It's cold, no warmth to cling.
Or πΈπ’π―π΅ to cling.
That presence is...
Unknown.
It's weird and for some reason I have a weird emotion of bad.
I don't know.
All I know is my feelings;
The kind where I wish to turn my Irish ring over -
just for her.