Manuscript
#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
But not everyone was here to stay.
Craving my path along stonechips laden ground
There are obstacles in this realm and my mental realm abound.
Got myself a pseudonym to get started
Some things that I have done are so idiotic people...
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
But not everyone was here to stay.
Craving my path along stonechips laden ground
There are obstacles in this realm and my mental realm abound.
Got myself a pseudonym to get started
Some things that I have done are so idiotic people...