A Passing of Love
The fleeting thing that is love.
I know nothing stays the same.
Like the ocean, always there,
yet always changing.
My head is underwater,
But I still breath,
As music fills my ears,
Soothing my broken heart,
Mending my broken soul.
The fleeting thing that is love.
I know nothing stays the same.
Like the ocean, always there,
yet always changing.
My head is underwater,
But I still breath,
As music fills my ears,
Soothing my broken heart,
Mending my broken soul.
No posts