I thought it would be better now.
I was wrong.
How can be better when I keep coming back to the past.
How can be better when I still want to taste his lips.
© W. Donovan
Make your life a poem.
I thought it would be better now.
I was wrong.
How can be better when I keep coming back to the past.
How can be better when I still want to taste his lips.
© W. Donovan