Someday my kids are going to see a picture of us together
And they are going to ask me who the girl is with the black hair and the sad eyes, and why do
You look at her with so much love in your face
And I'm going to tell them,
That is the girl that taught me that loving someone more than anything sometimes isn't enough to make them love you back
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Lungs and Coffee Cups
Poesia"I believe we hold our feelings in our lungs, and at the bottom of empty coffee cups" The life and writings of j.l., a book of poetry containing absolute devastation and pure joy.
