Aug 2021
Each time your face
Sparks in my memory,
I am holding my heart
on my sleeve,
But life has a phase
When sweet becomes savory,
And I am too hurt
To receive.
Sparks in my memory,
I am holding my heart
on my sleeve,
But life has a phase
When sweet becomes savory,
And I am too hurt
To receive.
To Hurt to Receive
