Feb 2016
It's dripping
From my fingertips
The cold diamond
Shining under the
Golden sun
Until one is left
Resting in my palm
Like a string
I grip tight
As if this is
My lifeline...
From my fingertips
The cold diamond
Shining under the
Golden sun
Until one is left
Resting in my palm
Like a string
I grip tight
As if this is
My lifeline...
~Time is running out...
