Sunset

Sunset
Les plus beaux couchers de soleil sont ceux que je passe avec toi

Sunday, January 19, 2025

Closed/Open

I am a closed book, so when you opened me up and broke my spine, I was positive I would tear out pages of myself just for you to read just so you could see a glimpse of me. 

No comments:

Post a Comment

This is how love looks (Poem)

Love makes me mad  Love prances like a deer when she gets her way Love can be really stupid Love strolled into Friday morning, acting like h...