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