My Yellow
There he was, lighting up the room with his delicate smile. Everything he did was clean, pretty, and with grace. He was always a blessing...now he's gone…
There he was, lighting up the room with his delicate smile. Everything he did was clean, pretty, and with grace. He was always a blessing...now he's gone…
It was him..and it always will beNo matter where I was ;who I was with; the time of day; and even when I closed my eyes I would always feel him around...watching me…