Apr 2020
She pinned me down with her gaze,
I still long for her comforting embrace;
She left me last autumn moon
An age, an era, an epoch too soon.
I still long for her comforting embrace;
She left me last autumn moon
An age, an era, an epoch too soon.
She left , just like everyone else.
I wrote this for someone else, but what the hell.
I wrote this for someone else, but what the hell.
