There is a corner in my room
where I sit alone.
Its upstairs,
and I don't know how ?
but my mind works there.
The scene out of my window
internment my eyes,
for that
I disregarded my mumma's voice.
This is the space
I love to spend my time,
but..
for her,
I'm wasting hours of mine.
Sometimes
this corner controls
my displeasure nature and annoyances,
my anger and headache.
that's y this is my place
where I sit in peace
and you can see the smile
on
my face..
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
There is a corner in my room
where I sit alone.
Its upstairs,
and I don't know how ?
but my mind works there.
The scene out of my window
internment my eyes,
for that
I disregarded my mumma's voice.
This is the space
I love to spend my time,
but..
for her,
I'm wasting hours of mine.
Sometimes
this corner controls
my displeasure nature and annoyances,
my anger and headache.
that's y this is my place
where I sit in peace
and you can see the smile
on
my face..
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