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.
A Passing of Love
A Passing of Love
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.