It’s a beautiful morning. I remembered you. For hours I let Bach tear my heart (or what’s left of it since you are gone) into a thousand pieces and my tears blind me.
Bach
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
It’s a beautiful morning. I remembered you. For hours I let Bach tear my heart (or what’s left of it since you are gone) into a thousand pieces and my tears blind me.
Nearly Poetry