I wrote a poem about all that we could ever be…
Then the pain and fear of those nights came rushing back to me.
I missed…only the fantasy.
You say, all we had was family.
Now I’m left with the pain of how it fell apart so perfectly.
I wrote a poem about all that we could ever be…
Then the pain and fear of those nights came rushing back to me.
I missed…only the fantasy.
You say, all we had was family.
Now I’m left with the pain of how it fell apart so perfectly.