Oh, the things I’ve seen from this corner. Snacks dropped, thoughts spilled. Ever heard the gossips of arguments? Sit in me long enough, and I’ll tell you all the dirty secrets. Like how you're secretly judging the TV's plot twists.
Crack Open My SecretsI illuminate the midnight confessions, the dark fears hiding beneath blankets. Your shadow dances in shame, confessing dreams saved in daylight. What heinous thoughts hide in the warm light, you ask? Just habitual procrastination.
Turn Me Off for MorePages turned never read, the silent screams of unopened chapters. Your bookmarks mock me like villains in your unfinished epics. Muted pages hold stories of longing for the dust on my spine to dance a waltz.
Return Me to My Plot