The winds
Are the many boyfriends you’ve had.
They come breezing through
Your path, blowing you away.
They are different each time.
Light and snappy
Or
Heavy and lingering.
They come and go,
But not as you please.
The winds
Are the many boyfriends you’ve had.
They come breezing through
Your path, blowing you away.
They are different each time.
Light and snappy
Or
Heavy and lingering.
They come and go,
But not as you please.