Pemberley Winter
Poeta asiduo al portal
You are always trying
The time, never is. You can't reach it.
It slipped from your hand once, it would happen again.
You are not ready, try a bit more.
Red, white, paint the world.
Open your heart.
It might stay forever. It might pick you this time.
Love.
The time, never is. You can't reach it.
It slipped from your hand once, it would happen again.
You are not ready, try a bit more.
Red, white, paint the world.
Open your heart.
It might stay forever. It might pick you this time.
Love.