by: Laurel Griffin
Wildly chasing after you Frantically . . . trying to gather up All your broken pieces By the time I had reached the end of the road It was I who had totally unraveled My hands empty And you were already gone
So beautifully, sadly written, Laurel.????????
Painful at the time, but turned out to be a good thing. Thank you, Shirley, for reading it.
Your an amazing writer with so much talent. Love the way your words come together!!!
Thank you, Pretty Girl. That means the world to me. It’s been a rocky road lately- I will hang on as long as I can.