22 May Torns, Torns, That Hurt
A night shouted at meIt says, “Hey wake up”T’was me of the breeziest night of allI was sleepingIt didn’t botherIt was even louder“Wake up, wake up, Torns!”I couldn’t resist. I got upPretty. The moon was prettyThe wind, touched my leavesI was small, tiny evenBut everything...