Allergenic are his feelings when he hears her yelling.. you love me no more; why should I, he wonders. faded charms, cold feelings, never-ending arguments. a scull filled with grey hair, hopelessly trying to feel something, while she adores temptation joy blew up insane minds seductive attempts, failed.. dear, try one last time that oldContinue reading “she remains.”
Nights were fast, fabulous, and insane.. Now, we have nine months to select the name.. She bumble; Life goes Carousel presumptuous.. You parted, went alcoholic, sinned.. Love, Drop by in nine months.. I will allow you to hug you child… Not me.