My little Butterflies.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
My key, Your key.
It's so lonely singing alone.
My lone key.
No one to harmonize with.
Lonely concord.
Sing with me, would you?
Duette like you've never ever before.
Sing like it's your last.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
LinkWithin
No comments:
Post a Comment