"Tell me who", she asked
She insisted to know my imaginary beloved
"It's you", I replied
And she shouted at me "rascal, I'll complain about it."
I said sorry, my bad
It's just a joke.
She smiled
And all was at ease.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
Often, I'm not sure
If I can make myself a history
But sometimes I watch my shadows
struggling beyond its limits.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC