my lOss: 11
eArly eMpty nIght wHat could a haNd be fEd of? tHIs tiMe when the sEa would caRess my heArt the oTher night would faLl, they cry & lEt faLl dO they fOrget? a cOld flaMe to tEar uP my life disSident eCho of a sOft move vOiCes sLowly sLiding from warM hand to cOld hEad... or was iT some other feElings... Sign in to see full entry.