Dec 2013
Perhaps I'll find my tongue one day,
Soon after I stumble upon stable feet.
Dreaming of colourful winter days
Spent waking you up for tea.
Soon after I stumble upon stable feet.
Dreaming of colourful winter days
Spent waking you up for tea.
Perhaps I wasn't born with a tongue or feet or even a mind for words.
I fail to write much anymore but I'm hoping that changes soon when everything morphs to sunlight
I fail to write much anymore but I'm hoping that changes soon when everything morphs to sunlight
