Do you hum a little tune all day long?
Do you hear my name in the chorus of your song?
That time you confused a lesson for a soulmate.
To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.
I had never understood the expression about your heart being in your mouth. It beat there, choking me with blood.
Your songs remind me of swimming
But I can’t swim anymore