Don’t know what I’m hoping for Though, I wouldn’t mind a signKeep pocketing the postcardsPeople hand me on the train.I keep waitingWasting timeI should spend writing poems,Just writing about him.
Words From The Woman In The Red Dress
Don’t know what I’m hoping for Though, I wouldn’t mind a signKeep pocketing the postcardsPeople hand me on the train.I keep waitingWasting timeI should spend writing poems,Just writing about him.