19| Struggling yet loving my way through life. A writer of few years. Believes in fairytale endings yet finds it difficult to pen down happiness.
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
I could write you a love poem But would it suffice? I could write you a love poem But would it suffice?
And we end up worrying about things that aren't even there. Moments lived now, weave the thread, And we end up worrying about things that aren't even there. Moments lived now, ...