Wednesday Night, 11 PM
I miss you something terrible
Without you, my writing has no life
It had ceased to exist until you came along
Breathed it life, and gave it a name
Photograph by John Hope
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
I miss you something terrible
Without you, my writing has no life
It had ceased to exist until you came along
Breathed it life, and gave it a name
Photograph by John Hope
