Break My Heart Again

Finneas O Connell

Hey, you I'm just now leaving Can I come around later on this evening? Or do you need time? Yes, of course, that's fine Hey, you Good morning I'm sure you're busy now, why else would you ignore me? Or do you need space? You can't help it if your mind has changed You're so … Continue reading Break My Heart Again

Just a bad dream

I love you more than tea or books, or the smell of rain in the sand. There's a word for that. It's called petrichor. Not for the love that I had for you. That I still have for you. The word is meant for the smell of the rain, but that's irrelevant for the moment. … Continue reading Just a bad dream