I am walking in the ghostly footprints of the past. I don't want to remember this day anymore. If I do I it's him that I think of and the hate that goes with it. I want to wash that off my hands.
I only want to remember your birthday. All the happy times. I look at your tree every day and see your smile. I will keep Tony going for you. He loves you too.
About Me
- Secondhand Girl
- Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that arises from a bleeding heart or a smiling mouth. Kahlil Gibran *************************************** Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions, both good and bad, become transparent, no longer limited by outward appearances. Soren Kierkegaard
Mary and doggies
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