Sep 30
Flames dance
Wood sings,
As I give you more
Of my old things
A love letter, maybe
A book
A journal,
A rose.
All yours now I suppose.
Wood sings,
As I give you more
Of my old things
A love letter, maybe
A book
A journal,
A rose.
All yours now I suppose.
I've always thought the analogy of a fire as a way to sever ties to things that you used to love..
