The way of my thinking
is obvious my dear.
Look between the lines.
Who are you?
Who am I
Help me, my dear
Why do I need you
Is it time to go?
It s about you.
My dear.
Learning, regret, guilt, happiness, explosion.
Who are you?
YOU ARE READING
One day when you will look at the moon, you will think only about me
PoetryWho are you?
