The most intimate of things?
They have nothing to do with intimacy
So how can you tell me about love
How do you claim you know
You feel?
When this truth eludes you
It never was love
It was an impending tragedy
The most intimate of things?
They have nothing to do with intimacy
So how can you tell me about love
How do you claim you know
You feel?
When this truth eludes you
It never was love
It was an impending tragedy