Arto was his name.
He was a small soul.
He was a shamless fellow.
Who hadnt shown.
It was his own birthday.
But little did he know.
That on this day he learnt to let go.
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Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
Hello My arto #28
Arto was his name.
He was a small soul.
He was a shamless fellow.
Who hadnt shown.
It was his own birthday.
But little did he know.
That on this day he learnt to let go.
