Love loot
when I whisper your name through the cold winter wind, the cold is severe at my heart than surroundings.
The halt of my breath draws up fog against my window panes, resounding no remorse for my utter pain.
Hollow is my heart with your unfaithfull love, its just not right how...
The halt of my breath draws up fog against my window panes, resounding no remorse for my utter pain.
Hollow is my heart with your unfaithfull love, its just not right how...