Feb 13
Deep in the night,
when the world is asleep,
I dance with the memory,
I swore not to keep.
For some loves don’t end,
they just learn how to hide,
A wound left unhealed,
still bleeding inside.
when the world is asleep,
I dance with the memory,
I swore not to keep.
For some loves don’t end,
they just learn how to hide,
A wound left unhealed,
still bleeding inside.
