how i feel tongiht
i’m folding up my little dreams within my heart tonight, and pryaing i may soon forget the torture of their sight….great poem explains so much
i’m folding up my little dreams within my heart tonight, and pryaing i may soon forget the torture of their sight….great poem explains so much
it’s stupid and selfish and hurtful and wrong….but do you ever wonder why it’s the people that you least expect? it’s because we are the ones that have learned how to hide it, disguise it, and won’t let you realize it. Ask even if it’s awakard or hard, Question things even if they seem insignificant, and tell the people you love how you feel everyday. Because you will never know which moment you spend with them will be the last time.