She's only a silhouette
Of his extinguished love;
The end of a cigarette
Falling out of his glove
YOU ARE READING
Quotes
PoetryAnd if you don't Like me, as I do you; I understand. Because who would Really choose A daisy, in a field Of roses?
Silhouette
She's only a silhouette
Of his extinguished love;
The end of a cigarette
Falling out of his glove
