Our hair has grown down past our shoulders
Our facorite clothes don't seem to fit like before
We think that our old was of life is childish and beneath us
Have we grow apart?
Our facorite clothes don't seem to fit like before
We think that our old was of life is childish and beneath us
Have we grow apart?
I have let my mind wander... I have
thought of ways in and out of things. My head seems to be contemplating
manya noveland romance.
My days a head and behind.
Keeping close the past and the present.
thought of ways in and out of things. My head seems to be contemplating
manya noveland romance.
My days a head and behind.
Keeping close the past and the present.
I sit facing a corner
proped against a wall. The corner not two feet in front of me
is covered in shelves adn
shelves of books. However,
none of the books have happy a happy endings.
I have read the ending of them all.
No book has a happy ending when the reader leaves tears on every page.
proped against a wall. The corner not two feet in front of me
is covered in shelves adn
shelves of books. However,
none of the books have happy a happy endings.
I have read the ending of them all.
No book has a happy ending when the reader leaves tears on every page.
