I wander beneath the sour-milk
light of midnight streetlamps
along cracked pavements
and pot-holed roads
at the ashy-cindered close of the day
and realise our memories will forever be irretrievable
now you have already begun to turn away.
light of midnight streetlamps
along cracked pavements
and pot-holed roads
at the ashy-cindered close of the day
and realise our memories will forever be irretrievable
now you have already begun to turn away.