Diva
12-02-01, 07:43PM
Rain pours through washed out streets.
Droplets trickle down faded glass.
My eyes swell in response to their calling.
Touch the cold moist window
It fogs from my breath.
Just when I see clearly,
something always blurs my way.
:c: Diva 2001-2002
Droplets trickle down faded glass.
My eyes swell in response to their calling.
Touch the cold moist window
It fogs from my breath.
Just when I see clearly,
something always blurs my way.
:c: Diva 2001-2002