So this is the spine:
The cover is made of the songs you played
The blank pages carries the shadows of the time that passed by
I've sewed it with memories that stuck
You are gone; I am hurt
I've got a brand new cookbook
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Won't you
join us? she says
The table cloth covers half of the table
Barely covers the unwillingness
There's almost room for one more
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
