My gaze as
*Through the view of my rear passenger window
You disappear into a home where thoughts or murmurs of me are
Seldom conceived the same way*
You walk away is never the same once
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
My gaze as
*Through the view of my rear passenger window
You disappear into a home where thoughts or murmurs of me are
Seldom conceived the same way*
You walk away is never the same once
