Sometimes I wonder how much easier things would be if I had only asked for help how much hurt could have been avoided how much love could have been shared instead spent wandering around in the dark and not asking for a light
Sometimes I wonder how much easier things would be if I had only asked for help how much hurt could have been avoided how much love could have been shared instead spent wandering around in the dark and not asking for a light
b.e. poetry: A place for my words 