Sloshed. The smell of cheap rag and cigarettes lingered in his room. He
remembers the older days where happiness prevailed; Where she'd let him
run his hands through her hair and laugh at the tickle. The twinkle in
her eyes. Oh and her, she calls him a hopeless Dreamer.
Penned to Life by Shravan. Powered by Blogger.
0 Shared Thoughts:
Post a Comment
agree... disagree... like... love... hate... what ever you feel, have your say.. your comments are always welcome, and much valued