I hear you in the slightest breeze; words haunting my nights like a never-ending song. I can feel yo
I hear you in the slightest breeze; words haunting my nights like a never-ending song. I can feel you breathe each letter into my ear, marking my mind with your memory. -- source link
Tumblr Blog : twcgentleman13.tumblr.com
#thoughts#memory#chicago