How rarely we hear the apology
today I foundsome old love letters you wrote,buried deep in my junk drawer.
The end is coming,I know it is,but I must press on,he left me with no choice.
I have fallen
down
You and me It feels so easy Whether we talk or laugh Or simply just be Like pearls slipping Off strings
As I take a pause, To contemplate about life, Should I halt or leap,Seeking insight from within…
Little London, I think that’s what we called it,It was one those building you don’t judge from…
