I'd rather have not known love at all, than feel the loneliness of an utter loss.
Games, rolling dice, Which number will appear? Double Sixes? Surely not 12 2 25, That's impossible now. My dice are cold, Hardly warmed by being in the Palm of my hand - Much like you; hardly warm. Is it really easier to not care? Blocking you from my thoughts, Turning a blind eye to my … Continue reading Ghost