Mar 2017
You,
My Dear.
Smother my thoughts.
Hold on a little tighter.
Til my writhing ends.
Til my heart is still.
Perhaps then,
You'll understand.
How much it hurts to love you.
My Dear.
Smother my thoughts.
Hold on a little tighter.
Til my writhing ends.
Til my heart is still.
Perhaps then,
You'll understand.
How much it hurts to love you.
