Aug 2016
At times I long for new friends and lovers
Those who haven't known my past
But true love always finds its way
Sinking into ***** cracks
It digs up rotted journals
And asks for all you have
Those who haven't known my past
But true love always finds its way
Sinking into ***** cracks
It digs up rotted journals
And asks for all you have
This one was a draft from June, it wasn't turning out so I left it to ripen. When I returned I realized it was perfect as it was!
