This whiskey got me feeling risky; might start feeling guilty. Looks like history's repeating itself, stuck in my misery. Because of the memories, it taught me empathy. Sadly, there is no remedy for the memories. -
Leann-2025
YOU ARE READING
Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
