sometimes in the darkest hours
my thoughts of you sneak out of my eyes
and softly roll down my cheek
just as soft as your hands that touched me back then
so sweet that the memory of you makes the night, day again
-L.k
sometimes in the darkest hours
my thoughts of you sneak out of my eyes
and softly roll down my cheek
just as soft as your hands that touched me back then
so sweet that the memory of you makes the night, day again
-L.k