I She just wants to be loved, Without love that she craves, She symbolically, Piteously, withers and fades, […]
self pity
I’m fine, these are just a few musings. It’s November – mournful, grey leaden skies, damp and drizzle […]
I She just wants to be loved, Without love that she craves, She symbolically, Piteously, withers and fades, […]
I’m fine, these are just a few musings. It’s November – mournful, grey leaden skies, damp and drizzle […]
Chez Nick 