"meet me there, in the blue
where words are not and feeling
remains. sincerity
trust me to throw myself into your door
i go in circles running down.
i dream to heal your wounds
but i bleed myself."
where words are not and feeling
remains. sincerity
trust me to throw myself into your door
i go in circles running down.
i dream to heal your wounds
but i bleed myself."
ayres:
stina511:
this is monica commenting to your journal....under your sg name. thanks for moss man.