It's the strawberry fields and thorns that grow in your stomach at night.
It's the movies you cry at the end of every time.
It's the habits you can't quite kick.
It's the memories that still haunt you from
years ago.
It's a brief moment of catharsis.
And the beginning of something different.
Hopefully Soon.A collection of poetry.
It's the strawberry fields and thorns that grow in your stomach at night.
It's the movies you cry at the end of every time.
It's the habits you can't quite kick.
It's the memories that still haunt you from
years ago.
It's a brief moment of catharsis.
And the beginning of something different.
Hopefully Soon.A collection of poetry.