Met you at a public holiday party,
I still remember it when you hid behind a Christmas tree.
It was my favorite day, y'know
I've been used on waiting for you and the snow.
It's also the day I was born,
Also the day we got torn.
What's with me and my angsty story poetries? How to do fluff? #sendhelp
YOU ARE READING
Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry: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...
