Jan 2015
We stood together
On the empty street
Two ghosts
Holding hands
Deafening heartbeats in sync
As our watercolor shadows intertwined into the light.
On the empty street
Two ghosts
Holding hands
Deafening heartbeats in sync
As our watercolor shadows intertwined into the light.
She leaned into his shoulder and cried
Only to find that she had fallen onto the cold pavement
And he was never there in the beginning.
Only to find that she had fallen onto the cold pavement
And he was never there in the beginning.
