I heard your cries while I'm listening to your voice mail,
Don't worry, it hurts for me too, I'm afraid I might fail,
But I just can't keep following everyone's trail,
I'm also imprisoned in our own jail.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poesía:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
