A song and some photos May 18, 2011 / iamsupercarla When you're dreaming with a broken heart Waking up is the hardest part You roll out of bed and down on your knees And for a moment, you can hardly breathe. Wondering, "Was she really here?" Is she standing in my room? No she's not. Coz she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. AdvertisementSpread the love:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Glenda, are you still here next week? Or maybe we can do a Saturday bazaar run. How do you feel about that sweetie? Reply
the salt of your skin 
Bella.
Glenda, are you still here next week? Or maybe we can do a Saturday bazaar run. How do you feel about that sweetie?