I sit and play around with the pencil,
I find I should just let the pen go
And flow freely
As it wishes.
Turn the page when needed,
All my past turned to words.
The clock in the background,
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock,
Your time is up.
YOU ARE READING
white balloons : cpn ✔️
General Fiction" I'm guilty of you passing away, I was the course wasn't I? But what is my fate? If I'm not the culprit, Who is? Death was only doing his job.." But does he know, a change of fate is coming his way.. In the most unexpected manner. PLEASE NOTE first...
