Puant
by grimbeau
Turbulence disturbs you, they whispered
Like ships passing in the night
Could not make out what they smelt of
But their faces filled with spite
When i struck a lucifer
And lit a roman candle
Turbulence disturbs you, they whispered
Like ships passing in the night
Could not make out what they smelt of
But their faces filled with spite
When i struck a lucifer
And lit a roman candle