2,001 Wishes
With a delicate flower stuck in your hair,
and one warm hand on the back of my chair;
I asked you if a kiss is something we could share.
You smiled,
slipped away;
alone and scared, you left me sitting there.
and one warm hand on the back of my chair;
I asked you if a kiss is something we could share.
You smiled,
slipped away;
alone and scared, you left me sitting there.