Woke up late
Stared at the ceiling
Rolled in bed
Thought of leaving
But the smell of your skin
Prevented me from doing
Once again, I stayed; in our own little world,
You got me lost with the feeling.
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Racing Thoughts
PoetryAll the Little Thoughts was the first poetry book that I published here. I tried to submit it to a publishing house, hoping to be considered. Unfortunately, I've received the saddest email today informing me that my manuscript was not chosen. The fi...
