Sleep
They're make you comfortable
They make you feel great
My heart can't make you cozy
It can't make you feel great either.
We need it in every houses
My heart? You won't need it.
You can play on the bed
But you already played my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Hate... || Poetry
PoetryI don't show my expression in person I show it in the way of writing The way of feeling I wonder how far can i go I was just a useless child Who seek love everywhere I go.
