Mar 2018
Your supple curves
Carve tears upon my cheek
For now they are nothing,
Just a memory.
And I laugh in the glowing sun
Knowing death has yet to come
And you are not the one.
Carve tears upon my cheek
For now they are nothing,
Just a memory.
And I laugh in the glowing sun
Knowing death has yet to come
And you are not the one.
