~Only Lone~
Màu nền
Font chữ
Font size
Chiều cao dòng
There's a limit to what joy can bring,
There are days where we felt like a queen or king,
But felt like a puppet all wood and string,
There's a part of us only loneliness can sing.
A helping hand, a shoulder to cry on, a friend.
There's a part of us that only loneliness can end.
Where joy is often faked, while sadness does not pretend.
Sometimes said, sometimes felt. Often times penned.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen2U.Pro