Crazy to think one day it won't just be us. One day we won't be able to share a bed anymore cause our partners will take that place in that bed. One day I won't see you every weekend soon will have separate lives separate children. I wonder when things will change I wonder if I'll ever be ready to give that up. I don't want to give that up one day that spare bedroom in my house might turn into my kids room. The person laying beside me may no longer be my best friend. But instead a different form of best friend one day we will grow apart one day we will grow up.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
