At the break of dawn
I want to lose it all.
No one to hold
only a heart gone cold.
Afraid I might keep you deeply… 58 more words
I was having a moment where I realize that I take for granted too often how soft of a life I have. Easy. Cush.
I started listening to the fourth and final book of the Twilight Saga — Breaking Dawn on a Friday night while I was sewing a zipper pouch with some scrap fabrics. 469 more words