Oct 2021
Memories drift on by
They sting me
like the crisp winter zephyr
It hits like bricks
now I'm stuck in its mortar.
I want to run away
but I'm here to stay.
They sting me
like the crisp winter zephyr
It hits like bricks
now I'm stuck in its mortar.
I want to run away
but I'm here to stay.
