the sky is cryingthe mind is wonderingthe heart is aching
Meeting you was like an old love song I just hear. New to my ears, A familiar music in my head, And will forever be tattooed in my heart. cjane’s notebook 10/14/2018
Bodies intertwined, hearts are wounded. Tears are falling from our eyes. Water is pouring on our heads washing away our cries.
every green is turning gold leaves are falling as the trees cry warm feelings are getting cold as we are saying goodbye