Do you remember...?You took me for a walk that fateful April day, to this meadow strewn in flowers at the feet of the birch grove. You picked a daisy ..
Written for a dA contest where I was supposed to take the last line of a known author's poem and make it the first line of mine. I took the one and a ..
The only thing I wantedWas to feel at home,The only thing I wantedWas to be loved more.I crave for a little support,For my big brother to help me thro..