theres some comfort you know,
in memories.
a beauty unmatched in what is.
it behooves me to think though,
that if it didnt have to be,
then it just becomes mourning to me.
theres some comfort you know,
in memories.
a beauty unmatched in what is.
it behooves me to think though,
that if it didnt have to be,
then it just becomes mourning to me.