Shattered glass lies on the floor that we walked on in our youth
Ashes of small memories that made everything worth it are now blowing away
Like curtains in the winter time
Swore to each other
Hurt each other
Hugged each other
Loved each other
Can't take away everything from this old house of memories, can we, friend?
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•Mind on Paper•
ПоэзияThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
