Jun 2019
Two tables down
elbow on table
hand cups your face
Your hair a golden crown
your head in some fable
my heart starts to race
When I see your lil' frown
with that small furrow I am unable
to compare to your simple grace
elbow on table
hand cups your face
Your hair a golden crown
your head in some fable
my heart starts to race
When I see your lil' frown
with that small furrow I am unable
to compare to your simple grace
just something I found in old journal, it says I wrote it during SBAC testing. I must have had such a stupid crush on whomever this is about. Weird to look back on these things.
