Squint through the petals of rose,
You'll see polka dots dancing across her nose,
Now hear the wind sing a tune of morose,
You'll see a broken smile was all she could compose.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
Squint through the petals of rose,
You'll see polka dots dancing across her nose,
Now hear the wind sing a tune of morose,
You'll see a broken smile was all she could compose.