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
You just found a place to tell your story
You just found a place to tell your story
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
