We each hid our rings, separately,
Everyone has that junk drawer near their kitchen sink.
I still love her, with every inch of mourning.
but now every second is not a memory.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
We each hid our rings, separately,
Everyone has that junk drawer near their kitchen sink.
I still love her, with every inch of mourning.
but now every second is not a memory.
