Nothing hidden…not even our scars
He walked to door of the room of past wounds I had forgotten about. He asked, “Will you let me in?” I couldn’t remember if the room was all nice and tidy or if I had things all over the…
He walked to door of the room of past wounds I had forgotten about. He asked, “Will you let me in?” I couldn’t remember if the room was all nice and tidy or if I had things all over the…