It’s been so long
since I’ve seen you,
but I would
still know you
between centuries
and shadows,
oceans
and galaxies.
I feel cold as a crypt,
cold as death.
This is not
a love story.
It’s been so long
since I’ve seen you,
but I would
still know you
between centuries
and shadows,
oceans
and galaxies.
I feel cold as a crypt,
cold as death.
This is not
a love story.