Nothing Else Just Over Thinker
As the night ended, the stars told tales of a life well lived. Memories sang a goodbye song as the curtain of darkness fell, and they danced in the moonlight.
By OverThinker3 months ago in Poets
In the pastime time, we age together, like a river of peace that flows through the years. Even though our physical appearances change over time, our love stays the same, a union that will never end.