things I have been thinking about
Too Late
It's midnight in the sunshine of my mind,
at such a bit hour,
we want to glow,
create,
my memories of you cutely flow,
through that old anger,
past our ricey love.
It's too much late.
at such a bit hour,
we want to glow,
create,
my memories of you cutely flow,
through that old anger,
past our ricey love.
It's too much late.
