I miss spring and all it's beautiful sunshine and that's just because the sun doesn't shine bright in the winter.
I've tried to put my mind on something else, so I took up photography but it seem like something is always in the way. Something is blocking me from putting my mind somewhere else.
Him
He is what's missing, his kisses, his arms, his whole being has left me and I'm slowly losing myself waiting for him to come home.
Spring may bring allergies but it also brings warmth from the sun.
...the warmth from him.
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Aesthetic Photography//Images too
PoetryI changed the writing sequence of this book in which I'll be writing a story of a girl who is writing about her lover. This is written as if she was talking to the journal but later on will change. *BWWM IS WHEN IM WRITING ABOUT THE GIRL AND HER MAN...