Now you have died with me.
We can be ghosts forever.
No more growing old.
We can argue as much as you want.
Threats mean nothing.
Yet, I still love you.
Or was this just a job offer?
Now you have died with me.
We can be ghosts forever.
No more growing old.
We can argue as much as you want.
Threats mean nothing.
Yet, I still love you.
Or was this just a job offer?
Saturn's Premier Poet 