I'll be Jack for your Rose on the floating wooden board, i don't mind freezing to death and sink into the depth of North Atlantic Ocean.
But here I am, still writing nonsense that you'll ignored easily most of the time.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Puisi• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
