A mourn of the soul,
a swift breeze of hope is lost,
the worlds turned gray after you left,
and never will you come back,
so in the turning tides,
I wait until you tongue licks my face again.
| Taylor Janusas |
Beyond Life's Gateway
A mourn of the soul,
a swift breeze of hope is lost,
the worlds turned gray after you left,
and never will you come back,
so in the turning tides,
I wait until you tongue licks my face again.
| Taylor Janusas |