She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergine. She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from Grease. She senses you are lonely but still she can't be sure. And so she stands and waits,
You don't know me. You can't hold me. I'll slip through your hands. I am one single grain of sand You are free to love. Happily received. You are free to love. If that is all you need I'm an emp
How you been feeling. It's not about marbles, sweets or glue. How you been healing. Now that we cannot win or lose So how you been keeping. It doesn't matter whose dads richest now. And how you b