If I were a poet I would tell you about the air so hot and dry my skin cracks and my nose bleeds If I were a poet I would tell you about the wind red sky in morning, they say… hold tight to the tent, my dear If I were a poet I would…
Laugh Out Loud
Laugh Out Loud
If I were a poet I would tell you about the air so hot and dry my skin cracks and my nose bleeds If I were a poet I would tell you about the wind red sky in morning, they say… hold tight to the tent, my dear If I were a poet I would…