Feb 2018
As the sadness fills the air,
I cannot help but hear.
All of the things you told me ,
when you were often here
And like the seasons of the year, things change. Now I cant help but bare all of the wonderful memories that we would often share.
But atleast I know we tried our best to make it past the absurd mess.
I cannot help but hear.
All of the things you told me ,
when you were often here
And like the seasons of the year, things change. Now I cant help but bare all of the wonderful memories that we would often share.
But atleast I know we tried our best to make it past the absurd mess.
Once upon a time when things were not going well in my perfect little world.
