Aug 2013
Do You ever think of me?
Maybe you don't but i do.
You are my visions under eyelids,
my windy thoughts in my mind.
Why can't i get through your storm?
The thinking makes it rain harder.
Maybe you don't but i do.
You are my visions under eyelids,
my windy thoughts in my mind.
Why can't i get through your storm?
The thinking makes it rain harder.
