roll
roll
down the hill
run back up and roll again
I rolled
and rolled
I can't get out
the walls are way to steep
hello there up the well
how's it going
do you have time
I'm sitting here
just sitting here
and it can get quite lonely here
hello there up the well
do you have time
to sit with me
hello there up the well
do you have rope
to throw to me
YOU ARE READING
Leftovers
PoetryLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart
