Oct 2013
Your lips shed a thousand words
That coloured your chin golden
To blend into the last light
Of radiant, dying Autumn
That coloured your chin golden
To blend into the last light
Of radiant, dying Autumn
11:33am, October 17th 2013
The more I reflect
On the last time we met
I realise how much was said without words
And how much was lost without them
The more I reflect
On the last time we met
I realise how much was said without words
And how much was lost without them
