The River
May 25, 2024
I went to see her later
Noting it was late,
Nothing could prevent it
I don’t believe in fate.
Her eyes weren’t really looking
They look just like stone,
We must have both felt perfect
It felt like being alone.
I went to see her later
Noting it was late,
Nothing could prevent it
I don’t believe in fate.
Her eyes weren’t really looking
They look just like stone,
We must have both felt perfect
It felt like being alone.