he was my person, he was everything.
he was the flowers that grew in the spring time
but when he left, all i got stuck with were
these roots sticking out the cracks in the cement.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
he was my person, he was everything.
he was the flowers that grew in the spring time
but when he left, all i got stuck with were
these roots sticking out the cracks in the cement.
