Your ambitions,
let them travel till they’ve swallowed stars
and when you’re in need of
fine line;
come undress in my arms.
They're mine, and yours 'cause our voice got lost somewhere in between. Welcome home…
They're mine, and yours 'cause our voice got lost somewhere in between. Welcome home…
Your ambitions,
let them travel till they’ve swallowed stars
and when you’re in need of
fine line;
come undress in my arms.
That Gut Wrenching Poetry