Priya B

A missive with a plea.

By Priya B in Poetry | Reads: 212 | Likes: 0

I was the lyrics,  He was the beat.  Never matched but exchanged some moments, Its now a sad melancholy.  I sing every night to fall asleep with dry dead eyes.   Read More...

Published on Apr 14,2020 04:13 PM

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