If whispers can fly,
they’d transport
Sounds.
All my thoughts would float
into your ear …..
I Miss you
Love you
Miss your arms
Miss you so fucken much
Miss your kisses
Miss your smile
Miss us.
But they don’t.
Life goes on.
You have your life.
I have mine.
Then tomorrow happens and the next day and the next day.
And then
those
whispers
just fall
Crumble
To
The
Grave….
Life is short..... but it's long enough to make you forget.....that it doesn't last for ever!
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I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
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Life is short..... but it's long enough to make you forget.....that it doesn't last for ever!
Photography at its most candid
A Canadian Lifestyle & Beauty Blog
Open collective to share what you have learned
Scene Around Me
kaizen on my lexapro
A great WordPress.com site
Loving Life and Inspiring Others
Aren't you awesome for visiting my blog!?
Writing \\ Research \\ Photography
तपाइँलाई यो सानो वेबपेजमा स्वागत छ । paudelpadamprasad@gmail.com
The Adventures of an Erotica Author (18+)
Addiction Resource & Sober Living Ideas
finding happiness
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Walking the Oregon Coast on a Pilgrimmage for Prayer
