Aug 2021
Torn apart
alone
he often stood still
in
hindsight
of
her
buried bones,
thinking out loud
My
Love
pure as gold
you
make me whole,
soon
my angel
God will reunite,
our
sacred souls.
alone
he often stood still
in
hindsight
of
her
buried bones,
thinking out loud
My
Love
pure as gold
you
make me whole,
soon
my angel
God will reunite,
our
sacred souls.
