Sep 2016
And of love never known
Trembling
Waiting
This neon midnight speaks of more
Pounding silence or a hand held too close
Fearing the fast swords from God
And a dim solicitude that falls to ashes
Trembling
Waiting
This neon midnight speaks of more
Pounding silence or a hand held too close
Fearing the fast swords from God
And a dim solicitude that falls to ashes
