There came a night I thought I found love.
The covers warm and the scent of fruit
Lingering where empty space seemed filled.
It mystified me when the next morning
Was as lonesome as the one before
And I sat by myself, waiting for the sun to give me hope.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
There came a night I thought I found love.
The covers warm and the scent of fruit
Lingering where empty space seemed filled.
It mystified me when the next morning
Was as lonesome as the one before
And I sat by myself, waiting for the sun to give me hope.
