If Tick-Tock
goes the clock
Then You-You
goes my Thoughts.
I love you better
But, I'm worse than a fool
Loving in plain vain.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoesíaWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
Vanity
If Tick-Tock
goes the clock
Then You-You
goes my Thoughts.
I love you better
But, I'm worse than a fool
Loving in plain vain.
