I'm a patient man.
A patient to Love
And a victim to Affection.Still, this stupidity recycles.
Going to the same
Place of event.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoetryWe 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.
Recycle
I'm a patient man.
A patient to Love
And a victim to Affection.Still, this stupidity recycles.
Going to the same
Place of event.