rainy days
i think of you on rainy days, he said
you smell of burned matches and vinyl, she said
i want to drink you like the sweetest wine, he said
of flowers and candlesticks, she said
imagine piles of blank paper and fountain pens, we said
my favorite days are when it rains, he said
you smell of burned matches and vinyl, she said
i want to drink you like the sweetest wine, he said
of flowers and candlesticks, she said
imagine piles of blank paper and fountain pens, we said
my favorite days are when it rains, he said