Such brilliant eyes roam a-bold
In the western era of the atmosphere
And roses will never die
As long as you're near,
I love you all the ways
That a troubled heart loves you;
Just remember me
When I am gone,
And I can go on forever about you
But I choose not to
For we never existed,
Only in our minds.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 29th, 2024 00:03
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
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