Did you really think I'm no one?
Did you really think I want it done?
Did you really think I want to keep hiding from the sun?
Did you really think I want to be gone?
Something to lose? I have none.
Did you really think I want to continue to run?
No, you're wrong.
CITEȘTI
Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poezie: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...
