May
Monday 26 November 2007 photo 2/3
|
Your hair reminds me of a time when were we once were Your fingernails that marked my back now rot in earth The sheets we slept in blew away, and now the storm is over The taste of you inside my mouth remains, but still I'm hearing And now the end is here! There's no more pills to swallow The bitter taste I feel, won't lead me to tomorrow Your scent reminds me of a place we used to go The kisses placed upon my neck show signs of, no return! The bed we fucked in, smells the same, and now the the stench is fading The taste of you inside my mouth remains but still I'm hearing
Annons
Visa toppen
Show footer