Hey, we're done.
Never fun,
You always run,
Never show you can,
Hiding from the sun.
You have a gun?
Well, I have none.
I can't fight back,
Just cling onto luck.
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...
