Nov 2012
My hands are sweating,
Marking the keys as I type.
This could be the beginning of a new chapter,
Or the end of the story.
My heart skips a beat as I press send,
And hope for the best.
Marking the keys as I type.
This could be the beginning of a new chapter,
Or the end of the story.
My heart skips a beat as I press send,
And hope for the best.
