SOME WORDS ARE BETTER LEFT UNSAID
On the roads that we walk, There are leaves that are shed, From the trees once green, Where flowers once bred, With some voices that whisper, But no memories in their head, Every… Continue reading
On the roads that we walk, There are leaves that are shed, From the trees once green, Where flowers once bred, With some voices that whisper, But no memories in their head, Every… Continue reading