This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 1.9.2015 at 14:18
Years ago, he loved me like the first poem he wrote.

But he went away too soon, leaving me behind to know too well that with himself, he had taken a piece of me too. Years ago, he loved me like the first poem he wrote. But he went away too soon, leaving me behind to know too well that with himself, he had taken a piece of me too.
1.9.2015 at 14:18