An unspoken word
Will seal the deal
You're the third wheel
Left alone to hold up the car
Across a bumpy road
Where is the fourth?
Titled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. T... More
An unspoken word
Will seal the deal
You're the third wheel
Left alone to hold up the car
Across a bumpy road
Where is the fourth?