Jun 2018
As Soft and silky
As she could be
Crushed by the cut
Of a fifty ton
Boulder of fate
Fallen in a rut
To late to run
On top of me the diamond
I thought I won.
As she could be
Crushed by the cut
Of a fifty ton
Boulder of fate
Fallen in a rut
To late to run
On top of me the diamond
I thought I won.
