Waking up to sweet lilac rays
The tingling sensation that carresses
My nostrils
I awaken, but my head is chained
To my bed
In solitude my body rests
But when it's solemn it rots
Under the lilac morning sun
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
Waking up to sweet lilac rays
The tingling sensation that carresses
My nostrils
I awaken, but my head is chained
To my bed
In solitude my body rests
But when it's solemn it rots
Under the lilac morning sun
