Only when I hold you
In my dreams
Do I feel whole again.
YOU ARE READING
Him
ПоэзияLove 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.
In My Dreams
Only when I hold you
In my dreams
Do I feel whole again.
