moon song
windy rain whispers with blistering chapped skin
cold soaked locs cover nape of necks
drowned in frost, shaking the earth off
hands still stained, sobering from the pain
these days what a shame
all of me, I gave
all of me, shouldn't have stayed
second hand gloss outlines lips...
cold soaked locs cover nape of necks
drowned in frost, shaking the earth off
hands still stained, sobering from the pain
these days what a shame
all of me, I gave
all of me, shouldn't have stayed
second hand gloss outlines lips...