Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
My heart is a crumpled note I keep opening to read just one more time.
YOU ARE READING
My cold coffee
Poetry(Min Kalde Kaffe) Compilation of sad quotes about regrets and loss.
My escape
Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
My heart is a crumpled note I keep opening to read just one more time.
