Jun 2012
The bluest of blues
emanating from your abdomen to my chest.
Filling up every room,
so that you can taste it.
Caressing the idea of what we never were,
or could be.
It wasn't me.
emanating from your abdomen to my chest.
Filling up every room,
so that you can taste it.
Caressing the idea of what we never were,
or could be.
It wasn't me.
