No weatherman warned me
About the downfall of you
About the pouring out of emotive soul
Which encompassed the morning
In a matter of seconds, falling
Like a haze of pensive dew
And now I cannot unseen the sight
Or the falling skies of you
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
No weatherman warned me
About the downfall of you
About the pouring out of emotive soul
Which encompassed the morning
In a matter of seconds, falling
Like a haze of pensive dew
And now I cannot unseen the sight
Or the falling skies of you
