A graveyard of lovers
with under-
developed excuses of brains;
Zombies frozen how I remember
with pure, young faces
Surely they’ve matured,
been cured
since those ancient days:
When our adolescent selves learned
all love eventually decays
A graveyard of lovers
with under-
developed excuses of brains;
Zombies frozen how I remember
with pure, young faces
Surely they’ve matured,
been cured
since those ancient days:
When our adolescent selves learned
all love eventually decays