my ink runs dry
as I close our open book
shelving it away
along with all the time you took
and I am left barren
in every single nook
YOU ARE READING
Stage Play
Poetry" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act...
scrib-ble
my ink runs dry
as I close our open book
shelving it away
along with all the time you took
and I am left barren
in every single nook
