You've left me with only questions in despair.
Oh my do I just miss that hair.
Twisting my fingers into those beautiful curls.
Now, all you are to me...
is one big, repressed, memory,
If I ever heal internally...
You still wouldn't know.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
You've left me with only questions in despair.
Oh my do I just miss that hair.
Twisting my fingers into those beautiful curls.
Now, all you are to me...
is one big, repressed, memory,
If I ever heal internally...
You still wouldn't know.