woensdag 22 januari 2014

Story is over


Dear Darlin’, please excuse my writing.
I can’t stop my hands from shaking cause I’m cold and alone tonight.
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you.
And no one understands what we went through.
It was short. It was sweet. We tried.
So if my words break through the wall to meet you at your door, all I could say is:
  ''My dear I mean them all.”


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