Out of all the books there are to read,
There's not a single book I need,
For nothing could ever suffice,
For your wisdom and advice,
But it tends to be books I steal,
Because, my love, you're not real.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind
PoesíaThe title might seem a bit morbid but the poetry here is simply made. These are in the form of SPOKEN WORD (and some other things) and might have many different meanings for many different people. In this book, there are both light and dark verses...
