Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
As I drink coffee from my cup,
I try to stop my eyes from closing up,
To keep myself awake and alert so I can write.
Spill yourself up on this Book, this I tell myself,
Screaming and shouting inside my head,
only to be answered by that voice at the back of it...
Chill Girl, trust me!
I got this.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Webbed Thoughts
Thơ CaRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
