The river down my cheeks have finally run dry. . .Now to move on.
Here’s the thing about New Years and everything associated with it- it’s a scam. . .
that kind of love exists. believe me, I know. . .
sometimes i feel you pull the tether. waiting for me to pull back. . .
Things don’t always go as planned. But I’m glad it didn’t. . .
Our love drowned to the bottom of the ocean.
From there, we see truth. From there, we see heartbreak, pain, freedom and comfort. . .