Drift – Kim Janssen
then,
it was a 3 AM sky here,
I was empty
but all heavy-hearted, cold & clouded;
pouring rain of rotten, reigning thoughts,
as he listened without prejudice, with patience.
I loved him.
A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
then,
it was a 3 AM sky here,
I was empty
but all heavy-hearted, cold & clouded;
pouring rain of rotten, reigning thoughts,
as he listened without prejudice, with patience.
I loved him.