Jun 2018
Another time,
Filled with pain,
Oh how it ryhmes,
Each night I lay,
Awake in bed,
With thoughts of you,
That i go through,
How times of love,
Slowly turned,
Into tiny bits of torture.
Filled with pain,
Oh how it ryhmes,
Each night I lay,
Awake in bed,
With thoughts of you,
That i go through,
How times of love,
Slowly turned,
Into tiny bits of torture.
So i tried writing again... Any advices?
