You’re late again.
The smell of old books
on your breath.
Once a reader
always a reader..
So I’ve been told.
The ink smudges on your collar
give you away.
But I only have myself
to blame,
I don’t keep books at home.
You’re late again.
The smell of old books
on your breath.
Once a reader
always a reader..
So I’ve been told.
The ink smudges on your collar
give you away.
But I only have myself
to blame,
I don’t keep books at home.