Unread and Unfinished. I am a book. You judge my cover and snicker and snort.
But open me up and take a look. ‘Cuz when you see the real me! You would know I’m not the cover. I have a story that’s sad and unforgiving.
The pages are ripped and folded over. But the story and the book stand strong.
All day and all night long.
- Author: Poets Dream ( Offline)
- Published: September 26th, 2022 09:29
- Category: Unclassified
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