You’re a poem when you’re on your own
I’ll try not to get in your way
But of all the poems I have known,
baby, you give me something to say
You’re a poem when you’re on your own
I’ll try not to get in your way
But of all the poems I have known,
baby, you give me something to say
I don’t know about you, sometimes there’s just something so freeing about letting all the tears out. I love a good cry.
The book I’m currently reading is a bit strange. Well, no, a lot strange. I guess I’ll write about it next month when I finally