A Woman Like That

Remember this; goodbye. Remember this and not the one where we wept. Remember how we laughed. Remember the love. Our story cannot have a bitter end.     Time is like confetti. Do you regret me? You ended things with such mystery; Who is she?   Who stole you away? Who you calling bae?   ItContinue reading “A Woman Like That”

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