Rose Kemp
Vacancies
I catch your wandering vacancyAppreciating of its paceIts brilliance, infrequentlyDo I break the back uncertaintyWatching your tentative majestyI match your child-like blatancyAn utter disregard for the overviewMakes the detail shine and seem newYou think you're nothing butI thought you were everythingBut there was nothing more unlikely to sink inMaybe neither of us were rightMaybe we were meantOnly meant to be friends
From Letras Mania