A teardrop falls
Right under her eye
But no one calls
No one will try
As she sits here and weeps
And begins to cry
Well, haven't rhymed in awhile so here you go. Still not entirely happy but trying to get my writing back.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
PoesíaPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
