The rain and the snow,
The arrows fired from a bow.
The moon and the stars,
The pain that drips from my scars.
Water from a leaking faucet,
The ring you gave me when I toss it.
We spend our days sipping coffee and writing meaningless words we think sound lovely together.
The rain and the snow,
The arrows fired from a bow.
The moon and the stars,
The pain that drips from my scars.
Water from a leaking faucet,
The ring you gave me when I toss it.