He held her hand tightly, a silent plea telling her not to go.
To bad she was like a bird, relying on flight. She didn't stay anyplace too long.
When the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Hig... More
He held her hand tightly, a silent plea telling her not to go.
To bad she was like a bird, relying on flight. She didn't stay anyplace too long.