Poetry / Uncategorized No one. July 17, 2016July 17, 2016 J6 Comments What very little That was mine Is being ripped from me. And I’m left rocking on the floor, Wondering Who will save me. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Now how come you’re talking about rescue and being saved just when I’ve posted about that very subject….. Reply
Now how come you’re talking about rescue and being saved just when I’ve posted about that very subject…..
Ah, so I see. Patience is thin so I’d like a fresh order of hasty, please?
Aww
I know that feeling! But expectations from anything will put as more down :)
I try to be as independent as to avoid it
Okay :)