Hemingway

I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →

I Refuse to Write My Saddest Lines

Tonight, I refuse to write my saddest lines; Think instead of the happy times we have had; for example: The day you caught my eyes as you travelled across my plane of existence, The day your lips first pressed against mine, The day you first told me you love me, The day you first held... Continue Reading →

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