Moments that Matter
I want, is a collection of resentment in seldom;
For I plant them in my soul being welcome.
The growls, grunts, grumpy
heads in the morning;
be no more to be
cherished in mourning.
Even of minute mistake;
Our traits...
For I plant them in my soul being welcome.
The growls, grunts, grumpy
heads in the morning;
be no more to be
cherished in mourning.
Even of minute mistake;
Our traits...