July 2nd
Your body of water;
always changing in the depths of my eyes.
Sometimes you are my oasis
and I want to drink you until we both run dry.
Sometimes you are the brackish pond I dare not approach.
And I am so sorry that I cannot make up my mind.
Your body of water;
always changing in the depths of my eyes.
Sometimes you are my oasis
and I want to drink you until we both run dry.
Sometimes you are the brackish pond I dare not approach.
And I am so sorry that I cannot make up my mind.