When I text you I am sad and you text back you understand… you don’t. When I text you that melancholy keeps me in my room and you text back you understand… you don’t. But when I quoted four lines I found one sleepless night, twelve words pressed like leaves…
When I text you I am sad and you text back you understand… you don’t. When I text you that melancholy keeps me in my room and you text back you understand… you don’t. But when I quoted four lines I found one sleepless night, twelve words pressed like leaves…