the light in which we saw ourselves in
slowly dimmed underneath the rising moon
a love that was strong
now just a barely breathing
matchstick.
now here we are…
in our separate ways opposite directions
tis’ the day where i lose my love…
the light in which we saw ourselves in
slowly dimmed underneath the rising moon
a love that was strong
now just a barely breathing
matchstick.
now here we are…
in our separate ways opposite directions
tis’ the day where i lose my love…