Moving On
We fell in love when love was out of season.
I wrote you poems. Time will dry the ink
And I’ll move on somehow. Moving on is easy…
Moving on is easy when you’re on the brink.
We fell in love when love was out of season.
I wrote you poems. Time will dry the ink
And I’ll move on somehow. Moving on is easy…
Moving on is easy when you’re on the brink.