I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
Opened the door without ringing the bell
Walked down the hall
Into your room where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here
Torn between love and perception
I hope this is something I'm living
Not just another deception
But she sets my heart on fire
And every time I try to breathe
My heartbeat rises...
This question has to do with writing a book. Should I self-publish when I'm done my book? (Even though it's not even close to being finished yet...) This is bugging me!