I am not supposed to feel the way I feel now,
I was not supposed to remember it anymore
but somehow I miss it now… 157 more words
Tags » Hurt
You are my muse: you inspire the best and the worst of my words.
You inspire me to write the prose of angels. You make me want to tell you the depth of how I feel for you, and how I yearn to see you, and how I want nothing but happiness for you, even if it sends mine to the grave. 172 more words