Dear myself
Cry me a river, please
You're all I've got
No one would
Do it for us anyway.
So, please
Stay for me
And cry me a river.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoetryI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
