Here to reignite an old passion of mine.
hoping to see you here, i'll be singing the blues the piano's jazz
By Faith Lovell3 months ago in Poets
look up at the sky the goodbye of all goodbyes 'cross the blue you fly
time does not exist with grief it doesn't last days, months, or years it feels endless like once it's here it will stay forever.
By Faith Lovell2 years ago in Poets
