Jan 2021
Whatever imperfect things
We could possibly share
They will not compare
So long as I have
And hold fast to the hope
Of what perfectly could never be
S O M E T H I N G
We could possibly share
They will not compare
So long as I have
And hold fast to the hope
Of what perfectly could never be
S O M E T H I N G
To former self, and former friend alike.
