The first time I saw her I wanted to cry. There wasn't a smile, only tears. You could see a smile belonged there, but was strangely missing. How the tears... > Lire la suite
The first time I saw her I wanted to cry. There wasn't a smile, only tears. You could see a smile belonged there, but was strangely missing. How the tears wanted to flow, like streams in a river beds flowing at capacity. A dam filled to capacity needing the release least it over flow and wash away the river banks needed to hold the stream during times of great floods.