Random chat
Realization hits
Recurring theme
Gone with the Wind
He lent me his copy and I found the pressed red rose from
Homecoming upside down
Took too long to let it go yet compelled to hold on
Eyes elsewhere to a lofty infatuation
Young Wilkes never was
A slap across the face
Rhett no longer gives a damn
Tara has gone
Moving along
Perpetual reconstruction