Undone, unwrapped, and unsettled, she waited. Patience hid quietly nearby.
OverWritten OverWritten
46-50, M
1 Response Dec 5, 2012

and never to be loved
never to be hugged
never nothing
am alone and he has everything and gives me nothing he and cries often no one to hear or care what a shame after her death maybe some one will care maybe not