There are doubly in love.
Exponential crescendo,
Strings sting like a rose,
Subtle innuendo.
Grow in me myself!
Disappear through love glass.
So brittle on a shelf
Bleeds my bibelot vass.
Exponential crescendo,
Strings sting like a rose,
Subtle innuendo.
Grow in me myself!
Disappear through love glass.
So brittle on a shelf
Bleeds my bibelot vass.
No comments:
Post a Comment