The not so quiet night.
Whilst I write to you
There’s snores coming from the next room.
There’s wind howling at my window begging to be let in.
There’s the tapping of the keys beneath my fingers
And this sort of silent buzz that tells me I should be asleep.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 7:14 AM UTC
The not so quiet night.
Whilst I write to you
There’s snores coming from the next room.
There’s wind howling at my window begging to be let in.
There’s the tapping of the keys beneath my fingers
And this sort of silent buzz that tells me I should be asleep.
