this is another love poem you probably stumbled at midnight,waiting and praying that this poem would leave you withthe lighting shaking under your por..
I was lying down the wooden floormy room reeked ofalcohol and done cigarsI felt as though my boneswere nothing more than dustand the particles of the ..
Her breaking point was the unearthing of documentsbecause of her poor fatherwho hanged himself in their gardenright after her mother died of leukaemia..