Through you comes nostalgia, smothering me like a glow, Similar to the moon I might say, which conceals its shine in various ways, For this moment, I… Read more “Hidey-Hole”
Through you comes nostalgia, smothering me like a glow, Similar to the moon I might say, which conceals its shine in various ways, For this moment, I… Read more “Hidey-Hole”