the leaves still remind me of your green eyes,
so full of life
that was until they weren't,
then the leaves began to fall
and it was like you fell with them
everything still reminds me of you
YOU ARE READING
nights are cold without you
Poesiaa sequel to 'to die would be an awfully big adventure'. this book is about my healing, i learnt not to forget but to forgive (Completed)
