Every first without you here
Is another dagger in my heart.
Another one for my puppy 💕
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoetryLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
Firsts
Every first without you here
Is another dagger in my heart.
Another one for my puppy 💕
