Jun 2018
I liked the days better when
You were begging to hold my hand
As we froze beneath the winter sun
Rather than it being pushed away
While me welt from the weight of the summer star
You were begging to hold my hand
As we froze beneath the winter sun
Rather than it being pushed away
While me welt from the weight of the summer star
Just take me back to the winter- the cold depression suits me better than the warmer abandonment.
