The summer breeze wiped over your face
That's would be the last time I sore you, my dear.
You would hold me and laugh, laugh about the good times, The times we had together
If I had you here with me still
I never let you go like I had done before.
And I'd hold you tight as tight as Possible and tell you I loved you, my dear
I'd make sure to never let you cry and make sure you'd always be happy
Your happiness was what caused my heart to beat
But there you are just an image
For me to look at, my dear.
YOU ARE READING
Idk look and see
FantasyIt's asked for a description for my story so let me tell you The truth This is a bunt of short stories all original some are really short compared to others for more to inspire you to write stories ( that's what I tell myself) You'll find error...
