Like a open book you read me. You skipped some pages, and chapters. When you got bored, you closed the book and put it on the highest shelf, knowing that it wont be opened again. You never got to read the end. And you never knew that you weren't apart of it.
YOU ARE READING
Crowded head
PoetryStrong words, meaningful feelings, sharp knifes, deep love. All spilled by a quite girl.
