Blow Me a Kiss
And what is love? Surely not the fleeting butterflies in summer. It’s your everydayness that gets My fingers twirling absentmindedly Tracing contours of a...
And what is love? Surely not the fleeting butterflies in summer. It’s your everydayness that gets My fingers twirling absentmindedly Tracing contours of a...
Year wraps inside white flutter covers tracks left by despair snowflakes at liberty to define equality As we go to sleep expecting to wake up to a brighter tomo...