Maybe you will today.
Back to a time
when there was no sense of time.
When all that mattered was that your hand
Did I make the cut for the frame on the wall ?
There is no place like home.
She ran so he walked.
My goodnight story, the sound of someone trying to sound as though they are not crying.
that you left. I wish that you had’nt.
Letâ€™s start again.
It will be better this time.