What are these shells that confine our thoughts?
Who are these people called our soul, our dreams?
To gaze upon another form,
Undress your love,
Upon till dawn.
Hast never spoke with gentle touch.
To seek ones heart
Is to find luck.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 1:19 PM UTC
What are these shells that confine our thoughts?
Who are these people called our soul, our dreams?
To gaze upon another form,
Undress your love,
Upon till dawn.
Hast never spoke with gentle touch.
To seek ones heart
Is to find luck.
