In April,
Our together was cut short,
I couldn't look you in the eyes.
The second our words fleeted,
We were drowning in butterflies.
A story they will never know,
Only for our hearts to see.
The showers of April,
The deaths of you and me.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC
In April,
Our together was cut short,
I couldn't look you in the eyes.
The second our words fleeted,
We were drowning in butterflies.
A story they will never know,
Only for our hearts to see.
The showers of April,
The deaths of you and me.