I keep having hot flashes,
where the world seems so cold.
And the way the breeze brushes through my hair,
Is the way I flow into the wells of my guilt.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
I keep having hot flashes,
where the world seems so cold.
And the way the breeze brushes through my hair,
Is the way I flow into the wells of my guilt.
