Her crinkly hair, my sleepy eyes
Her high-pitched voice, my subtle sense of humour
My old pal and I,
We concealed the depth of our ardent feelings,
But embraced the cruelty of our empty hearts.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Her crinkly hair, my sleepy eyes
Her high-pitched voice, my subtle sense of humour
My old pal and I,
We concealed the depth of our ardent feelings,
But embraced the cruelty of our empty hearts.
