He used to look at her,
How her hand is always filled with black inks,
How she always holding some book,
How she shuts the world with her headphone,
How not even once she looked up at him,
How he wished she would stop looking at the ground,
But now he stopped.
He gave up.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
He used to look at her,
How her hand is always filled with black inks,
How she always holding some book,
How she shuts the world with her headphone,
How not even once she looked up at him,
How he wished she would stop looking at the ground,
But now he stopped.
He gave up.
