Each Thorn Was Crying, Each Thorn Was Crying, Each Thorn Was Crying
Sometimes I will interplay
the secrets:
faded rose in a book,
a distant star spelling out
your name.
When I go, will you come
to my… Continue reading
Each Thorn Was Crying, Each Thorn Was Crying, Each Thorn Was Crying
Sometimes I will interplay
the secrets:
faded rose in a book,
a distant star spelling out
your name.
When I go, will you come
to my… Continue reading