Apr 2019
You were as stoic as a monument
Your pictures shined like sunflowers
I was held motionless in my spot
Lips pursed like a question mark
Your hair swept over like a wave
I couldn’t help but feel that a storm was coming
Your pictures shined like sunflowers
I was held motionless in my spot
Lips pursed like a question mark
Your hair swept over like a wave
I couldn’t help but feel that a storm was coming
this is about a guy that i feel will end up like this
