My nine
is your noon;I'm just packing now―
your winter,
my june.wish i could pack you.
Lullabies,Lang Leav
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryGo Away He'll be gone Tomorrow,or someday― Love will be faded Sooner,or Later; But i won't
He's Leaving
My nine
is your noon;I'm just packing now―
your winter,
my june.wish i could pack you.
Lullabies,Lang Leav