The book next to his bed was the worst.
Opened and shut many times, with harsh handling.
Much like his heart, it had lost its beats.
story copyright neha 2017
The book next to his bed was the worst.
Opened and shut many times, with harsh handling.
Much like his heart, it had lost its beats.
story copyright neha 2017
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
September 8, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
September 9, 2017 at 5:45 pm
So Tragically Beautiful.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
September 9, 2017 at 5:56 pm
Thank you! 🙂