It was Monday, or Sunday maybe,
one of the yellow days.
I was talking to You and I heard it:
The sound of two hearts, colliding,
and then...
sliding onward.
We had missed each other again.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
It was Monday, or Sunday maybe,
one of the yellow days.
I was talking to You and I heard it:
The sound of two hearts, colliding,
and then...
sliding onward.
We had missed each other again.