Also, little telling of my personality that my first attempt a lyrics put to paper are a song of love lost.
Can’t help but think of this
The warm texture of your lips
Your rich and rough timbre
And how it made me quiver
That gentle glide of your hand
The way the bitter end began
And it’s a new moon tonight
No heaven’s beacon down this way
Just hopeless whispers to pray
In this fading city light
The warm texture of your lips
Your rich and rough timbre
And how it made me quiver
That gentle glide of your hand
The way the bitter end began
And it’s a new moon tonight
No heaven’s beacon down this way
Just hopeless whispers to pray
In this fading city light
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