When the right hour comes
Tracing my way to your house
Heart beats fast
Continuing the story we started.
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. ...
P e r f e c t T i m e ( S a n t o s V. )
When the right hour comes
Tracing my way to your house
Heart beats fast
Continuing the story we started.
