who was that poem really about, anyway?
"your dance began at dusk and still goes on
in corridors of memory while I sleep."
and here i sit, listening to her song on repeat 1. "you could fall in love with that one," he said, without fully realizing how true it was. now only a thin veneer holds me back.
in corridors of memory while I sleep."
and here i sit, listening to her song on repeat 1. "you could fall in love with that one," he said, without fully realizing how true it was. now only a thin veneer holds me back.