On my way to work this morning, I came across this lovely old lady and unlike other old people I usually come across there was something about her,
Like she had met the love of her life and had loved insanely,
But even with all the love I could see in her eyes, I could also see her pain and I could swear the pain equaled the love if it not greater,
And with that pain came along her ghosts, ghosts she could not let go of, ghosts that drained what little love she had left,
Leaving her as though she was barely loved at all.
~ Robyn ~
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The heart that cried wolf
Poesía~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
