She walked into the lives of many, planting seeds in the darkest corners of their head. Flowers began to grow, but she didn't believe it was her doing. She was an insecure source of sunlight and she failed to realize that wherever she went, a garden grew.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.
75
She walked into the lives of many, planting seeds in the darkest corners of their head. Flowers began to grow, but she didn't believe it was her doing. She was an insecure source of sunlight and she failed to realize that wherever she went, a garden grew.