Our Second First Kiss We dwell on the past, while living the present But I admit, the past was unpleasant Full of ups and downs, less pleasure more pain We wished for the sun, but only got rain We both… — Giselle Simental Copy Share Image
Sometimes I start to cry and I have no idea why. Yet the tears just bring relief and just like a river it lets the bad memories flow as far as they can go. — Kenya Benton Copy Share Image
