He thinks he knows. And yet, here I remain - misunderstood and watched from a distance by cold hearts and feet that cannot walk upon the leaves that fail to shelter me from the cold nights - as I lay here shivering, alone, in this dark, dark wilderness he calls home...
She sighs, "Nobody is coming."
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
He thinks he knows. And yet, here I remain - misunderstood and watched from a distance by cold hearts and feet that cannot walk upon the leaves that fail to shelter me from the cold nights - as I lay here shivering, alone, in this dark, dark wilderness he calls home...
She sighs, "Nobody is coming."
