Beauty that makes my head turn.
I don’t know who she was or why I was on a Greyhound bus, but I woke up clearly remembering:
Her appreciation wasn’t tempered because it was the best she could get.
It was the best because it was what she had.
Beauty that makes my head turn.
I don’t know who she was or why I was on a Greyhound bus, but I woke up clearly remembering:
Her appreciation wasn’t tempered because it was the best she could get.
It was the best because it was what she had.