Aug 2018
I asked if crying would help?
She said no.
I suggested lying perhaps?
She said no.
Then dying it is and I opened the window.
So, what are you waiting for, she asked.
She said no.
I suggested lying perhaps?
She said no.
Then dying it is and I opened the window.
So, what are you waiting for, she asked.
it's late and I'm playing with words again. I love words. And birds. And turds. And herds of nerds who think in thirds. Say good night Hank. Night.
