Those Raisins are so sweet like the time you first giggled
And eyes like puree to my heart, which it craves
That crying effect when your throat kinda wiggles
Is part of the feeling that stays engraved
Willows cannot make the sound that co-exists with me In my mind
Because before my Eyes makes it hard to coincide
The feeling, the urge, the bitter love I gave
In storms, and rain and hail till today
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
Those Raisins are so sweet like the time you first giggled
And eyes like puree to my heart, which it craves
That crying effect when your throat kinda wiggles
Is part of the feeling that stays engraved
Willows cannot make the sound that co-exists with me In my mind
Because before my Eyes makes it hard to coincide
The feeling, the urge, the bitter love I gave
In storms, and rain and hail till today
