Category: dead

My one stick willow tree, Ask why I left you on three. I count the time I forgive, Lost the pieces I never receive. My one stick willow tree, I loved you…

How many times have I cried in front of you begging you to change. You only realized what’s going on until I changed the way I treated you. Tolerance leads to recentment…

If I am being asked of what’s my favorite color, I would say, “a shade of yellow”. But really, it’s the amber rays of the sun before it sets to the west.…