[Untitled Poem]
Sometimes skies are only grey, and nought makes it go away; doesn't mean my failure, it's just life. I promise to try hard in future not to race with thread to suture something only balm of time will heal.
Sometimes skies are only grey, and nought makes it go away; doesn't mean my failure, it's just life. I promise to try hard in future not to race with thread to suture something only balm of time will heal.