Love songs are made by starry eyes
And breakups result from twisted lies
But in between, when we broke
A new form of myself awoke
For I needed your heart to make mine whole
But now I wander lonesome, a free soul.
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Average Wonders
RomanceWhat comes after love? What is one to do when every happy memory becomes past tense? This is a memoir to what used to be yet was taken for granted, and has since been lost yet was taken to heart. Written just as much for as by yours truly, this brie...
