We wished upon our stars.
Dripping, tripping and clinging.
It was never the light that guided us.
Darkness plays it’s part.
The pragmatic and the dogmatic.
Then there are Miracles…
Tag: thought
Me and you….
When it was you there was no me. Now when there is no you there is no me….
Drop by drop…
Drop by drop she melted, years by years he was formed….