Personal If it’s his lips it’s your eyes that I long to see. If he’s holding me it’s your hair I wanna run my hands through. If it’s his breath, it’s your scent that I want to inhale. My tainted soul is incapable of an adequate love. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Standard
She Was Sea 