You know what's funny?
How you forget to cherish your life
When things are daisy.
I knew everything was too good to be true
But how does Life choose his timing
To eff me over?
Because he could have picked some other night, now I'm gonna waste this one writing about feelings I'd like to not feel.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
