To the music, her escape, she raised her glass.
To the moon, her constant companion, she raised her glass.
To the books, her realities, she raised her glass.
To the pictures, her family, she raised her glass.
All alone, she raised her glass.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry an' shiz
Poetrylmao idfk this probably actually isn't trash maybe I'm trying love me *Originally by @MaddieLizW
