I think tonight. But only that. Of words which I cannot speak. Words of sadness.
Aged beyond maturity in the recesses of my brain. Turned to vinegar instead of wine.
Unshareable.
I think tonight. But only that. Of words which I cannot speak. Words of sadness.
Aged beyond maturity in the recesses of my brain. Turned to vinegar instead of wine.
Unshareable.