Despite everything I am just a forgotten memory for you, left alone in the darkness thinking about what is love ? The answer I got is that love is bullshit. Too much fake love makes you hate love.
Despite everything I am just a forgotten memory for you, left alone in the darkness thinking about what is love ? The answer I got is that love is bullshit. Too much fake love makes you hate love.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...