Mar 2018
He touched me,
Like he never did.
My shoulders tremble,
Under his hands.
And you know it,
But me not,
The way of his lies,
He never told,
My dear old friend.
Like he never did.
My shoulders tremble,
Under his hands.
And you know it,
But me not,
The way of his lies,
He never told,
My dear old friend.
