What Have I Come to Be?
she's my first thought in the morning,
the last evening sigh and everything in between.
dusk till dawn my mind is graced with memories of her, this unreachable queen.
she reeks of an aromatic fragrance, one that's, in truth, non-existent,
...
the last evening sigh and everything in between.
dusk till dawn my mind is graced with memories of her, this unreachable queen.
she reeks of an aromatic fragrance, one that's, in truth, non-existent,
...