After forgetting...
Holding his, her heart walks towards oblivion under the warm rain of what promises to be a slow summer. She does not complain because like a crazy math professor she knows she has subtracted and subtracted, never adding so she is not surprised she's ended up with nothing She has listened to old songs and written about old sunsets delighting in the closeness that she felt with what she remembered used to be. and in her verses, she spoke of the colors that illuminated the birth of every day but... Sign in to see full entry.