He won't love her.
The ice-cold look Tells me everything I don't want to hear
A loose lipped cliche that isn't whimsical, but rather dismal.
What a magical thing, my eyes and yours. How they crave for each other, and search for each other, even when we don’t mean to.
Nothing but a vessel for The Devil himself... Prompt word “leather”
I remember how it ended, but can't recall the beginning.
The ice-cold look Tells me everything I don't want to hear
A loose lipped cliche that isn't whimsical, but rather dismal.
What a magical thing, my eyes and yours. How they crave for each other, and search for each other, even when we don’t mean to.
Nothing but a vessel for The Devil himself... Prompt word “leather”
I remember how it ended, but can't recall the beginning.