Dec 2014
Nostalgic is the place!
The smell of burnt hair
The rumbling silence
The carpeted floor
The taste of dust
The furniture, all in plum
It is the forgotten place!**
Where she used to write
Where she used to weep
Where they revealed their cores
And where they uttered their goodbyes
The smell of burnt hair
The rumbling silence
The carpeted floor
The taste of dust
The furniture, all in plum
It is the forgotten place!**
Where she used to write
Where she used to weep
Where they revealed their cores
And where they uttered their goodbyes
