Memories and heartbreaks
Sometimes I press too hard on the pen
And it breaks
It takes little effort these days to cause a tiny rupture or even a stain.
All I want to do is express my pain in writing or moreso with a short tale.
Maybe someday I'll tell you without an ounce of shame.
When his scent no longer invades my senses
Or the colour of maple leaves and his brown...
And it breaks
It takes little effort these days to cause a tiny rupture or even a stain.
All I want to do is express my pain in writing or moreso with a short tale.
Maybe someday I'll tell you without an ounce of shame.
When his scent no longer invades my senses
Or the colour of maple leaves and his brown...