Michael Faudet's Blog, page 159
January 12, 2016
"My heart had become a broken compass. Every time I tried to leave you, I always found myself running..."
“My heart had become a broken compass. Every time I tried to leave you, I always found myself running back into your arms.”
- Michael Faudet
- Michael Faudet
"Love is a rare rose, the perfume intoxicating-picked by fingers oblivious to the thorns."
“Love is a rare rose, the perfume intoxicating-picked by fingers oblivious to the thorns.”
- Michael Faudet
- Michael Faudet
