My mind runs,
it's always tired
but for you
it kept me wild.
Now I'm lost
in trains of thoughts
who would have know
you could hurt me
this much.
- A.F
YOU ARE READING
..for no one
Poetryjust a book of tiny poems, this is more for me than for an audience. - the book cover w
- realization -
My mind runs,
it's always tired
but for you
it kept me wild.
Now I'm lost
in trains of thoughts
who would have know
you could hurt me
this much.
- A.F
