Jul 2020
Your eyes used to be home
Blue as a summer breeze
And a smile warmer than sunshine
And a soul brighter than the stars
Your arms like four walls about me
But I only felt them once
Blue as a summer breeze
And a smile warmer than sunshine
And a soul brighter than the stars
Your arms like four walls about me
But I only felt them once
I’ve still not been to your grave, my dearest, but you know I love you, right? I’m just no good at goodbyes
