It is but a memory now, The story of us and how we came to be The walls I broke down for you, You’ve built back up.…… Read more “Reminiscing”
Maybe there really is something about the chilly wind and cool air that makes you want to talk about your heartaches and the lessons they’ve taught you.…… Read more “Pain makes poets of us all”
It’s hopeless. He knows it. But they’ll always be friends. Despite the thought of “what might’ve been.”
She stared at the moon. It was shiny and bright. She reread their conversation and smiled.