To my surprise it happened again, my eyes were crimson red and my hair was jet black
. “Ro-man-myth-logy?” She repeated, almost singing.
. Gliding, floating through
the currents of your love, Adrift. The freedom,
To see what could be, In time
To my surprise it happened again, my eyes were crimson red and my hair was jet black
. “Ro-man-myth-logy?” She repeated, almost singing.
. Gliding, floating through
the currents of your love, Adrift. The freedom,
To see what could be, In time
To my surprise it happened again, my eyes were crimson red and my hair was jet black
. “Ro-man-myth-logy?” She repeated, almost singing.
. Gliding, floating through
the currents of your love, Adrift. The freedom,
To see what could be, In time
