One day I walked the long way home.
In the chill of October, all alone.
Tears had cooled, wind had blown.
Still, she knew something was wrong.
She asked, I answered. My hurt was known.
I saw his mugshot today, his soul was gone.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
One day I walked the long way home.
In the chill of October, all alone.
Tears had cooled, wind had blown.
Still, she knew something was wrong.
She asked, I answered. My hurt was known.
I saw his mugshot today, his soul was gone.