January 2010
4 posts
an old poem #4
leblochable:
hidden sectors Raveling slowly Counting down, Counting slowly. did it ever make sence? How could you let me go. Last I remember you said I was all you know. My hand locked in yours, butterflies all around I never felt a worry, never had a frown. Your kiss could light me up keep me shining throughout the day when id have to go I couldn’t wait to be back and stay We’d talk about...
