Jun 2013
Love disintegrates the same way our skin and bones do
Nothing is left once said and done
You might as well just grab a gun and be glad you weren't made to be the one
Nothing is left once said and done
You might as well just grab a gun and be glad you weren't made to be the one
This is a short poem..I have another version where there is a lot more but decided to post the shorter version. I need to work on the other parts of it..I will probably post it later.
