If
I told
You all the
Damage you've done
I still believe that you
would not understand me
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
شِعرNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
