Time said
there's no such thing
as an immortal feel
ing
the wing soft he butter-
flies fade, the kingdom
of affect crumbles, t
he wishes be comet he air,
the colors turn to silver glare,
even your l o n g in g
for your l
over.
© All Rights Reserved
as an immortal feel
ing
the wing soft he butter-
flies fade, the kingdom
of affect crumbles, t
he wishes be comet he air,
the colors turn to silver glare,
even your l o n g in g
for your l
over.
© All Rights Reserved