My eyes drip like a leaky faucet
that refuses to be fixed.
Continuously mourning
for something non-existent.
For something that has been
obliterated
by time.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
My eyes drip like a leaky faucet
that refuses to be fixed.
Continuously mourning
for something non-existent.
For something that has been
obliterated
by time.