An old book
#UnopenedPages
Here I am longing to be open
My pages screaming to not be forgotten
My title is rusty enough to disappear
You could smell the old scent in the atmosphere
Molds and discoloration attached to me
My disfiguration trying to flee ...
Here I am longing to be open
My pages screaming to not be forgotten
My title is rusty enough to disappear
You could smell the old scent in the atmosphere
Molds and discoloration attached to me
My disfiguration trying to flee ...