There not enough rain to wash the sin out of this house
The music runs clearly
Like a broken record
The memories keep surfacing
The songs make me cry
Then happy
Some make me want to run and hide
Others make me dance around like I don't care
Some say I' m crazy
Other say I am emotional
I say I am me
YOU ARE READING
Fantasy Love
PoetryPoems that I have created that I promise to update as often as I can
