Love Writing & Expressing My Feelings In Words..... Feel Me Through My Vocal
In the middle of the night is when you awaken. With the whistle of the wind coming through your window, you glance over and see the other side of the bed empty.
By HealingTraumaMama4 years ago in Poets
Divine love of pain. Honey suckle scent. Your forever in arms reach. When our lips meet ,there's nothing left to speak. Thunder hits home.
Split time Split mind There's 2 sides Good side Bad side There's 2 sides How can I close my eyes when I get pulled in 2 directions?
