by Father
Unseen winds blow unknown thoughts Through unclosed doors Into unconscious minds. To want, to be To feel, to do To be alone Just loving you. Not much to ask Not much to be Seems wanting more Comes easily.
by Father
Unseen winds blow unknown thoughts Through unclosed doors Into unconscious minds. To want, to be To feel, to do To be alone Just loving you. Not much to ask Not much to be Seems wanting more Comes easily.