You may shiver at words,
They are the interpretation
Of all pain, fear,
Love.
But as the leaves fall like ash
From a charcoal sky,
It is known that there may be no more days
To admit my love for you.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
You may shiver at words,
They are the interpretation
Of all pain, fear,
Love.
But as the leaves fall like ash
From a charcoal sky,
It is known that there may be no more days
To admit my love for you.
