Poems from aylaharvey
Help me as I strive to sing.
My voice fails my woozy heart.
The rain, to my song, it clings.
The jazz, trumpet, and secret swing
Appalls...
Help me as I strive to sing.
My voice fails my woozy heart.
The rain, to my song, it clings.
The jazz, trumpet, and secret swing
Appalls...