was cold
so we built a fire
it was silent
so we brought guitars
it was sad
so we laughed
and as the sun went down
it came through your hair
like stained glass
YOU ARE READING
At the end of the day all we have is memories
PoetryIf I can help someone with my writing then that's what I'll do I'll keep on writing
A solution
was cold
so we built a fire
it was silent
so we brought guitars
it was sad
so we laughed
and as the sun went down
it came through your hair
like stained glass
