randomness
taking a detour, to scribble my fragmented thoughts.
the birds did not sing this morning,
it was replaced by sadness radiated by the bedroom wall.
the kisses keep coming,
but not the chocolate layered lips.
keep the red roses to yourself,
i don't need them no more.
the birds did not sing this morning,
it was replaced by sadness radiated by the bedroom wall.
the kisses keep coming,
but not the chocolate layered lips.
keep the red roses to yourself,
i don't need them no more.