Mar 2013
Morning comes like an secret lover
Peeking through my cracked blinds
Caressing my face with warm light
Filling me with joy
To think I once wished
To never see its face again
I'm alive.
Peeking through my cracked blinds
Caressing my face with warm light
Filling me with joy
To think I once wished
To never see its face again
I'm alive.
