My face, grown pale and tired from a heart
That keeps on breaking
Ever so more
It but it's your hand in mind
And in thought I miss
More
YOU ARE READING
The terrible poet
PoésieAn occasional uploading of poetry and the words from my inner hear and totally not an impulsive high decision
Heart that keeps breaking
My face, grown pale and tired from a heart
That keeps on breaking
Ever so more
It but it's your hand in mind
And in thought I miss
More
