Roses
I miss the long nights under streetlights
when our hearts were made of gold
I miss the feeling that we had then
we were never growing old
Yeah, I miss it all
when our hearts were made of gold
I miss the feeling that we had then
we were never growing old
Yeah, I miss it all
Hello. I've actually not been on hiatus from writing- as a matter of fact, I've probably written more in 2021 than in any of the previous years.
But... I've been exploring different styles, and I posted under a different platform in December. If you're interested to read my reflections for 2021, feel free to check it out on Medium.
Also, I do need to catch up on a couple of things before Monday begins, so I'll be logging off for now.
xoxo
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