I’m Sorry For Falling Out Of Love
I didn’t mean to forget the curves of your body, the highways that lead to the places that make your breath hitch.
I didn’t mean to forget the curves of your body, the highways that lead to the places that make your breath hitch.
I am a small woman. Raised by a small woman whose voice can be heard from miles away forged by the fires of her beliefs that I could be whatever I pleased
I often ask myself when did I get so hard Rough around the edges A boulder, unable to move