I’ve torn out every page
That has a slightest hint of your voice
Cherishing the ink that bleeds on my fingertips
Because it’s the last memory
There ever will be for you
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
I’ve torn out every page
That has a slightest hint of your voice
Cherishing the ink that bleeds on my fingertips
Because it’s the last memory
There ever will be for you