My Autobiography

I wrote this one on my back, I was under attack from the falling dusk. Now it's a bust. what you see inside Of me, isn't quite what I wrote in my autobiography.but it's what you see. now spring couldn't get much worse, &the sun is a curse shooting frozen rays, in my place. &i'm left here all alone, in the cold on my bed in the afternoon while I compose my autobiography. --- My Autobiography - Dear Nora