Maybe, I went overboard.
Maybe, I showed too much affection.
But I don’t want to look back 50 years down the road, and wonder how different my life could’ve turned out, if I hadn’t run from love.
Writing is my therapy. Here lies my innards.
Maybe, I went overboard.
Maybe, I showed too much affection.
But I don’t want to look back 50 years down the road, and wonder how different my life could’ve turned out, if I hadn’t run from love.