So far gone
I’m worried you’re not okay.
That the taste of my lips can’t revive you.
I throw my love at you.
But you refuse to accept it.
You live with your tounge not your heart.
Wednesday 10th January 2018 3:12 pm
I’m worried you’re not okay.
That the taste of my lips can’t revive you.
I throw my love at you.
But you refuse to accept it.
You live with your tounge not your heart.
Wednesday 10th January 2018 3:12 pm
This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Between two Worlds
6 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Christmas For One
16 hours ago
Rolph David on The Girl Who Sold The Stars
19 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on Sixty Is Not The Age To Worry
19 hours ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on Sixty Is Not The Age To Worry
20 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Christmas Glow
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Girl Who Sold The Stars
1 day ago
Holden Moncrieff on The Girl Who Sold The Stars
1 day ago
Stephen Gospage on Moon over Ukraine
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Moon over Ukraine
1 day ago