And when you walk away,when the doors to your armsare no longer open,where do I goto wander the thoughtsthat keep me warm and snug? There…
Poet & Storyteller
And when you walk away,when the doors to your armsare no longer open,where do I goto wander the thoughtsthat keep me warm and snug? There…
I’ve seen the ugly partsof you, & I’ve cozied upand fell asleep just finenot with the idea ofperfection,but with how perfectyou blossom in the rain.…