• heartsinatlantis 5w

    Of little talks

    She could talk for hours
    And I'd doubt my ears would grow tired
    For it's never what she says
    But the jungle of ways she'd say it
    Not for a misguided second
    Would I had shut my woeful mind
    To a being that had that power
    To talk me into selling my soul
    So talk my dear
    ©Hearts In Atlantis