• _ameeshii_ 9w

    There she stands behind the mirror
    Begging me to let her repose
    In a bed quilted with peace and serenity.
    And here I stand in front of her
    Stuffed with chaos and distress.

    She had bags of exhaustion
    Swiped under her eyes
    Which were lamenting,
    complaining of yesterdays
    And of the dilapidated mess.