People are yelling
'cos the teacher's out the room,
But all that soon dwindles as our blue eyes meet.
Suddenly there seems to be
No air under my feet.
I wonder if there's any love that our love cannot beat?
People are yelling
'cos the teacher's out the room,
But all that soon dwindles as our blue eyes meet.
Suddenly there seems to be
No air under my feet.
I wonder if there's any love that our love cannot beat?
-
0045 In bed feeling queasy. Listened to a bedtime story
Originally posted by
natdaylog at 0045 In bed feeling queasy. Listened to a bedtime story - the introduction and chapter one of the… -
1706 Finally able to get out of bed after talking myself
Originally posted by
natdaylog at 1706 Finally able to get out of bed after talking myself Finally able to get out of bed after talking… -
19:30 Home from a hot tiring day at Granny's cremation
Originally posted by
natdaylog at 19:30 Home from a hot tiring day at Granny's cremation …at the Eastbourne Crematorium and…
- Post a new comment
- 0 comments
- Post a new comment
- 0 comments
