OnceWitheredNigh : Writing

Two Hours and Twenty-Five Minutes

Two Hours and Twenty-Five Minutes

A Poem by OnceWitheredNigh


I can not say these things to you. I can not let anyone who knows you or I read these things that I write to you. I looked deeper into your ey..
There were three

There were three

A Poem by OnceWitheredNigh


There were three Three chances, three hopes, three longings that have left me empty and desperate. When the sun rests and the darkness rules, ..