Letting go is never easy, for the ones who stay.
Ever wonder what will happen When the mountais turn to dust?
this is a poetry I wrote after an argument, it broke my heart as I realised none of my words had been heard, that no one was listening to me, no one had heard my agony and silent scream of sadness. So...
The table was set with plastic teacups and sugar and cream as as I decided on a flavor, I chose one that would be sweet
Ever wonder what will happen When the mountais turn to dust?
this is a poetry I wrote after an argument, it broke my heart as I realised none of my words had been heard, that no one was listening to me, no one had heard my agony and silent scream of sadness. So...
The table was set with plastic teacups and sugar and cream as as I decided on a flavor, I chose one that would be sweet