The Drawer

When I first knew you I had to write. Only through pen and paper could I express what was on my heart. To pour out my heart. But as time passed I thought no-one wanted to hear. I saw my notebook and pen on the desk, took them and shut them in the drawer. From... Continue Reading →


Regrets and Redemption

I remember the times when in the quiet and not so quiet of life I would hear your quiet knock.

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