Looking through the frosted glass
The remains of a memory
So dear,
But so painful at the same time.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of words
Poetry"If my words sprout wings, And reach into another's heart, I think I'll truly be happy To be a friend of words."
Bittersweet
Looking through the frosted glass
The remains of a memory
So dear,
But so painful at the same time.
