"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"
The song replays on my mind over and over again,
And I answer myself on my head,
No one will.
YOU ARE READING
monsters.
Random❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
