(bez virsraksta)
Jan. 28., 2012 | 01:40 pm
sometimes I'm pulled away
from my own misery
your hands cover me
eyes drift slowly
sleep the summer chill
and sheets of linen
hush the scattered sound
of time dispersing
from my own misery
your hands cover me
eyes drift slowly
sleep the summer chill
and sheets of linen
hush the scattered sound
of time dispersing