the end.
It’s the end, isn’t it?When words fade, and thoughts veer.When laughter’s a ghost, far away,And tears are the ones who choose to stay. It’s the end, isn’t it?When the leaves seem all dry,When it’s autumn, the whole year while.When the pleas won’t make them stay,When it’s just loneliness you got your way. It’s the end,…
In the Quiet Between 