I have not made your bed
Since you left me ho rs ago
I look at your creased sheets
Tour perfumes haunt the room
By the time you receive this love poem
You will be as far away from me
As it is possible to physically bee
Georgie
I have not made your bed
Since you left me ho rs ago
I look at your creased sheets
Tour perfumes haunt the room
By the time you receive this love poem
You will be as far away from me
As it is possible to physically bee
Georgie