Aug 2019
the wind was knocking at my door, my window, my pain.
i'm tired but all I can think of is birthdays
i hear an echo through the phone
deep in my ears
delusion
a whisper that I can barely hear
passion and heat
.....
i'm tired but all I can think of is birthdays
i hear an echo through the phone
deep in my ears
delusion
a whisper that I can barely hear
passion and heat
.....
