Nov 2014
Trouble, love...
You drown me in
Quick
Beats;
Palpitations of my
Red *****.
My waters run for you.
Tied with
Ribbons of
Silk,
I shout proclamations
To the clouds who
Threaten to rain on us.
You drown me in
Quick
Beats;
Palpitations of my
Red *****.
My waters run for you.
Tied with
Ribbons of
Silk,
I shout proclamations
To the clouds who
Threaten to rain on us.
