The contours of your lips
They never graced my thirst
But outshined the eclipse
You were right, we weren’t cursed
This late apocalypse
Waiting can be the worst
Categories: A Quiet Night In
The contours of your lips
They never graced my thirst
But outshined the eclipse
You were right, we weren’t cursed
This late apocalypse
Waiting can be the worst
Categories: A Quiet Night In