Oh but the way my name sounds rolling off your lips
turns my once containing blood filled veins into a solar eclipse
Of frozen,
Yet boiled;
Of thinned;
Yet thickened;
Of happy;
Yet oh so sad.
43.
Oh but the way my name sounds rolling off your lips
turns my once containing blood filled veins into a solar eclipse
Of frozen,
Yet boiled;
Of thinned;
Yet thickened;
Of happy;
Yet oh so sad.
