Do you remember those walks,
those windswept fall days.
Miles spent like pocket change.
Even when we had forsaken, one another.
Those walks that seem, eons ago.
Those walks that I still take.
Those walks shattered innocence.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
Do you remember those walks,
those windswept fall days.
Miles spent like pocket change.
Even when we had forsaken, one another.
Those walks that seem, eons ago.
Those walks that I still take.
Those walks shattered innocence.