why am i sitting here,
alone and sad;
with nothing but my favourite book,
and a cup of tea,
listening to the quiet rustles of the leaves outside;
thinking of all the things i could've said
to you.
C.B.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
why am i sitting here,
alone and sad;
with nothing but my favourite book,
and a cup of tea,
listening to the quiet rustles of the leaves outside;
thinking of all the things i could've said
to you.
C.B.
