THIS IS JUST ANOTHER SONG I MADE UP WHILE ME AND SALLY WERE IN THE KITCHEN.
Wet hands, our hands, burn the mountain top of which we peak in
Our heart our hearts, tremble from the love of which you left us
Our days go by quick and painless
Summer days we see through the purple haze and the sour gaze of the horizon
Wet hands, these hands, are what made you and me
take care take care, of the ones that you treat unfairly
would you sacrafice everything that you hold dearly?
Tread slowly, young Maribel
your heart where get you where you need to be
Your heart your heart, is what sets this world apart
from seeing it clearly and where you need to be
YOU ARE READING
Sally - Prologue
Cerita PendekA guitarist had bad experiences in life and has trouble expressing his feelings to his gf, so he decides to write songs instead of just talking about his issues. And so, music is therapy.
