Seventy- Fifth Star
"I wish things were not a mess."
I look at you studying your features.
With the moonlight shining brightly on you
you're truly a piece of art.
Too bad, were broken into pieces.
Seventy- Fifth Star
"I wish things were not a mess."
I look at you studying your features.
With the moonlight shining brightly on you
you're truly a piece of art.
Too bad, were broken into pieces.