Bitter Sweet Dew
M
Mark Heathcote
0
Altın Yaprak
Oh, bitter sweet dew
On a morning: divine.
How I came to love you
And make you mine.
Still, is a mystery?
But it left my hearts resigns
Overcharged, and at misery
So, I drank dry the distillery
And readily wrote rhymes
A lot more than just, sometimes
So, you see, that’s why,
True love - we polarize.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş