Your just an arms length away, within grasp of my finger tips Down a long streching runaway making more of an appearance that seems like a mirage rather then a finger tipped length away.
I reach out and grasp nothing. A thin, empty air is all I feel in return.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
Your just an arms length away, within grasp of my finger tips Down a long streching runaway making more of an appearance that seems like a mirage rather then a finger tipped length away.
I reach out and grasp nothing. A thin, empty air is all I feel in return.