redheadpic: Hot Redhead I see her and I know. She is waiting. Hoping with every sunrise and aching e
redheadpic: Hot Redhead I see her and I know. She is waiting. Hoping with every sunrise and aching each time it sets with no one watching over her. Will he come? Does he still feel her drawing him with her song? Or is her voice lost in the wind? Will it carry to the place she lost him? Is her devotion so easily forgotten? I can try to forget that there is rain, but I will nonetheless feel the cool drops on my skin mingled with my warm tears and feel the weight of my wet clothing and my thick red locks…waiting. “When a heart breaks…it don’t break even.” -- source link
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