Aug 2015
Throwback though it's not Thursday,
I miss you like it's mondays.
Your skin that
touches mine,
from green to blue
yours to mine
ours that i treasure,
hours that doesnt need
to be measured.
I miss you like it's mondays.
Your skin that
touches mine,
from green to blue
yours to mine
ours that i treasure,
hours that doesnt need
to be measured.
