What is a day without some colored sand,
A bit of you, a bit of land
Everyday my heart craves for your caring side,
Each day my eyes weep for things I'll never be able to feel and see.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
What is a day without some colored sand,
A bit of you, a bit of land
Everyday my heart craves for your caring side,
Each day my eyes weep for things I'll never be able to feel and see.
