Call Me Sometime
Sand in my face, in my eyes, in my nose. Water, in my throat. I cough and try to open my eyes, but the sun...
Sand in my face, in my eyes, in my nose. Water, in my throat. I cough and try to open my eyes, but the sun...
hope is no lighthearted lover though it’s tale may be too personal it does not perch gently on the soul hope is so much heavier...