I heard a knocking on my door In the middle of night Who could it be, who could it be Maybe I’ll just lay here instead And pretend I’m asleep
By Veronica Celaya7 years ago in Poets
Alone in my bed All I feel is regret When I think of you So hard to forget The things that you said I know now aren’t true
By Veronica Celaya8 years ago in Poets
