just enough
a wayward glance, a summer breeze
just enough to keep me
a slow hand, an honest face
just enough to keep me
the promise of a budding branch
just enough to keep me
to keep me to myself until someone can truly reach me
just enough to keep me
a slow hand, an honest face
just enough to keep me
the promise of a budding branch
just enough to keep me
to keep me to myself until someone can truly reach me