As rain hits a cold tin roof
my thoughts-- they stay very aloof.
I think only, of you.
You make up every minuscule part of my thoughts,
every memory, every dream.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
As rain hits a cold tin roof
my thoughts-- they stay very aloof.
I think only, of you.
You make up every minuscule part of my thoughts,
every memory, every dream.