You wrung dry, the thin fabric of my heart
Now void of blood, grappling with the bitter numbness
One look, one touch
A million rhapsodic memories pounding
My past,
Her present.
You wrung dry, the thin fabric of my heart
Now void of blood, grappling with the bitter numbness
One look, one touch
A million rhapsodic memories pounding
My past,
Her present.
Reblogged this on ramkivenkat and commented:
By a friend with immense talent. Wow. Cheers. 😉
Splendid. *Applauds* 🙂
Thank you 🙂