A Habit I Can’t Undo

How do you move on, when it has become your habit to love them, even when they're gone... Cuz that's all you know, that's all you do...


No place for his to be

Something clinked in his pocket and he faked a cough, He remembered the first time he had put it there, When the metal was raring and roaring to come out, To be in its place, and never to be taken out, He's carrying it ever since as a souvenir of his loss, Touch of the … Continue reading No place for his to be