She asked me to read a bed time story.
I started - 'There lived once 40 thieves that stole '...
She yawned - you never have anything interesting for me...
If only she had let me continue...
'The 40 thieves stole dreams from lonely hearts and hid away in a magic cave.'
But - she had already turned away and slept.
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PoetryFew things I could never tell her. This is a different perspective of experiencing love. Too Much Love is like a ghost. Doesn't exist and yet is as real as our imagination. This book is published exclusively on Wattpad. If you find this book anywhe...
