I found
my tears down
soaked into some foreign ground
the sound
of an ancient word
loud to my ears, my tears,
For all it’s worth,
would you honestly run back to me now?
I found
the sun down
the snow cold on this hard ground
the memory
of an ancient home
that tucked in my tears, my fears
For all it’s worth,
Would you honestly run back to me now?
Would you run back to me now?
Do you remember this picture?
Reblog>Click the picture> And see what happened! YOU’LL BE SURPRISED!
ounwwLovely :’)
yayyyyy
god bless that ladyy
At first:
Then I reblogged and clicked the picture:
That lady deserves a medal.
god bless you miss <3
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
OMNGGGAEGADHGKJ
(Source: breadpao)
When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you’ve become real.
-Rocking Horse
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