Aug 2015
Eventually, the letters will just be letters.
{But they will always be mine.}
The syllables of lovely words will wilt a little. After all, blooms & daisies die.
His scent will never linger in your hair or on the edge of collars.
The kind of heart I wore on my sleeve will just be something I used to wear.
And he will wish someone Good night
in the way it is
not
a goodbye.
{But they will always be mine.}
The syllables of lovely words will wilt a little. After all, blooms & daisies die.
His scent will never linger in your hair or on the edge of collars.
The kind of heart I wore on my sleeve will just be something I used to wear.
And he will wish someone Good night
in the way it is
not
a goodbye.
I had a cup of green tea whilst studying before, it was great.
eeek.
And so it begins, my continued love affair with green tea.
What's your favourite cup of tea?
Night night buttercups!
x
eeek.
And so it begins, my continued love affair with green tea.
What's your favourite cup of tea?
Night night buttercups!
x
