The night was cold
The night was free
And I was told
to see the library
You were there
and I was, too
I smiled at you
but you never knew
I read your name
Made sure it's you
I know it's lame
What could I do?
I was late
for a dinner date
'cause I followed you
but you never knew
It may not be fair
but I don't care
as long as you're there
and I was, too
YOU ARE READING
The Unspoken
SonstigesMy own kind of "Excerpts from the book I'll never write" Just random "poetic" things that popped out of the blue and I think they need to be somewhere else than my, too chaotic mind. Warning though, most of this was created when I was not fine. ...
