Forgive me, love. I feel you pacing, your feet wearing a path back to the past Only to have the present creep in with each dawn. Forgive me, love. I hear the little hiccup-sobs you try to hide in the folds of your pillow Tucked away…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Forgive me, love. I feel you pacing, your feet wearing a path back to the past Only to have the present creep in with each dawn. Forgive me, love. I hear the little hiccup-sobs you try to hide in the folds of your pillow Tucked away…