Sometimes you're the love lesson for someone you don't want to live without.
Hunans need touch. To not have it creates a depression unique to all others. It's a missing of something you can't seem to grasp.
It was a choice One I was forced to make But the pain is real So very real Once a year Only that and nothing more Each November More precious than the last Each birthday Harder to live with than the last My arms remain empty My ears void of your laughter My sight limited... Continue Reading →