Poems from Liz028389
Late nights.... The notes seem to float out of the headphones and into the vacant air as if they are looking for a somber soul in the...
Late nights.... The notes seem to float out of the headphones and into the vacant air as if they are looking for a somber soul in the...
You look up at me wishing your lives would change, sometimes with tears in your eyes, other times angry with hearts full of hate. I listen...
You look up at me wishing your lives would change, sometimes with tears in your eyes, other times angry with hearts full of hate. I listen...