The way my face is changing
When you're going inside of your house
I'm walking on this silent road,
Thinking about stuff
I'm missing you already now.
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. ...
