To my heart, he carries the key,
just so I could be set free,
and that's alright with me...
YOU ARE READING
365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 33: The Key.
To my heart, he carries the key,
just so I could be set free,
and that's alright with me...
