what am i to do when every thing falls to ruin?
i can't find the words to explain it
i don't know where we went wrong.
this was no one's fault
but if anyone's it was mine.
i don't know what i'm doing anymore.
what i do know?
ruins can be rebuilt.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poésiepeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
