He dragged me through hell, but as long as he was holding my hand I called it love.
Hoping and dreaming for realities sent from above.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
He dragged me through hell, but as long as he was holding my hand I called it love.
Hoping and dreaming for realities sent from above.
Just started this poem, feel free to help me add to it!!!
