15 views
Book of Sorrow
I carry my thoughts in a leather-bound book.
Tied by a heartstring, for a love I mistook.
A dried rose pierces my skin whenever I look.
My blood stains its pages amongst every nook.
...
Tied by a heartstring, for a love I mistook.
A dried rose pierces my skin whenever I look.
My blood stains its pages amongst every nook.
...
