Apr 2014
I carry
your memory
everywhere I go.
It hangs
inside my soul,
seems stuck there
permanantly.
For your beauty
will never die.
Like a thistle,
it clings
to my heart
forever.
your memory
everywhere I go.
It hangs
inside my soul,
seems stuck there
permanantly.
For your beauty
will never die.
Like a thistle,
it clings
to my heart
forever.
