December 2011
85 posts
inkedroses:
She summers by my seas But winters without me, And she cries into her tea That she’s secretly lonely. And oh me, what am I to do? It’s obvious to me, But she never seems to see That it’s not about the days when everything has turned out right, No it’s more about the moments when she calls me in the night To make her cups of tea and wash the weary worries from her head And then to...
