Healing
A drop of rain blinks
On your forehead,
There's a name
For every teardrop
Paragliding on your pale cheeks
That used to be pretty when pinched.
When the sky breaks down
On a lonely morning
And a song dies in your lungs
Like a sudden weather disturbance,
You offer a silent...
On your forehead,
There's a name
For every teardrop
Paragliding on your pale cheeks
That used to be pretty when pinched.
When the sky breaks down
On a lonely morning
And a song dies in your lungs
Like a sudden weather disturbance,
You offer a silent...