Gothic Shot (144)

I am
who I want to be;
gothic lips
on the sky,
flying thoughts
upside down.
Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 144. Thanks for reading.

I am
who I want to be;
gothic lips
on the sky,
flying thoughts
upside down.
Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 144. Thanks for reading.