twelfth of april
the sun was still sleeping
i didn't know why i woke up this early
i brought myself to resolution
that i should go to my secret mission
- nothing mysterious though,
just letters at rocks.
greyfilmplaying: I maybe finish this story today.
YOU ARE READING
hard sweet letters
Poesíai love you is too mainstream. [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #200 | short story #460