I hear the ocean breathe
through the tears, I refuse to grieve
The secrets pull me under
drowning my senses in make-believe
The tide kisses at the truth
©04/2019
Confidant
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
I hear the ocean breathe
through the tears, I refuse to grieve
The secrets pull me under
drowning my senses in make-believe
The tide kisses at the truth
©04/2019
Whiskey Tales and Spells 