And my heart;
It feels like Autumn
And the blues;
They reside in me
Perhaps, you were not
Designed to hold me
The grief;
It stays still
The grief;
It never ends.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Whiskey Lullaby
Thơ CaAnd like the phases of moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.✨
