"In among the beautiful stars up high, yours, I will always see brightest. Tears of thoughts of you, still soak my cheeks, and pillows; my heart still breaks— It shatters to memories, even though some things are final, like your departure..."
Tag: spokenword
A Hundred Years For Change (Spoken Word)
Living the past.
A World In Pain (Spoken Word)
An aching universe
Benie Writes 