I can still hear his laugh echo
and I can still feel his touch serenade through me,
Is this normal
Will I ever be normal?
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
