Little noises here and there
A pluck here and a chord there
Ed has been playin for the last few hours
And it still hurts worse than someone yanking my hair
I tried playing to get it off my mind
But the memory is too strong
And nothing can turn back time
The only things that keep me busy are Tumblr and the little noises that I find
YOU ARE READING
Shadows
PoesíaJust a book of poems I've written. If you want you can send me a message of a poem you wrote that you wanna put in it and I'll so that.
