Oh how i wish we were younger
That flowers would never dry out
Staying in love, means to never loose faith
In something you know will end
Oh how i wish you would stay here
That petols would stay on their stems
In the darkest of nights and the coldest of days
I will long for your skin and your bones
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Oh how i wish we were younger
That flowers would never dry out
Staying in love, means to never loose faith
In something you know will end
Oh how i wish you would stay here
That petols would stay on their stems
In the darkest of nights and the coldest of days
I will long for your skin and your bones
