Midnight not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory?. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet. And the wind begins to moan. Memory, All alo
'Til now, I always got by on my own. I never really cared until I met you. And now it chills me to the bone. How do I get you alone. . P. Reign. I sit back and reminisce, it hurts to think abou