You were like an open book.
I want to write on you so badly,
I want to write thousands of poetry on you,
I want to write a million of beautiful words on you.
I ignored the fact that you only have ninety-two pages,
Now... Where should I write them?
YOU ARE READING
Drafted Memories
PoetryThere was a dark grey summer sky, but somehow he put colours on it (Including black).
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You were like an open book.
I want to write on you so badly,
I want to write thousands of poetry on you,
I want to write a million of beautiful words on you.
I ignored the fact that you only have ninety-two pages,
Now... Where should I write them?