i look around the stones of the night.
hoping the light may gleam off her eyes.
they make me melt like ice.
she is my friend and i her landing hand.
this poem is for the her that friend.
though she knows my name, i bet my name is ashamed next to hers.
she calls herself yuka, i am and always with you
no matter if the devil wants me, or the angels take me.
hoping the light may gleam off her eyes.
they make me melt like ice.
she is my friend and i her landing hand.
this poem is for the her that friend.
though she knows my name, i bet my name is ashamed next to hers.
she calls herself yuka, i am and always with you
no matter if the devil wants me, or the angels take me.
