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….
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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!?
Logical and Inspirational quotes
तपाइँलाई यो सानो वेबपेजमा स्वागत छ । paudelpadamprasad@gmail.com
The Adventures of an Erotica Author (18+)
Addiction Resource & Sober Living Ideas
finding happiness
Writings from Rachel Firmin
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Author of the savagely funny debut novel, Anti-Social Media
Walking the Oregon Coast on a Pilgrimmage for Prayer
