Feb 2018
And
here I’m again.
With all the
broken bits.
When I
no longer
paid any heed.
But memories,
they don’t die.
They just
get washed away.
Splashing back
when the waves
are too high.
here I’m again.
With all the
broken bits.
When I
no longer
paid any heed.
But memories,
they don’t die.
They just
get washed away.
Splashing back
when the waves
are too high.
When I finally feel I have moved on but its all back to the same point.
