My mind's eye wanders all the streets I know//Looking for something not me to show...
Pray Over Petals
They pray over petals, "she loves me, she loves me not..."
Familiar Things
Now these scars are familiar things like my endearing coffee rings...
Familiar Cobbled Streets, Pt. I
He meant no harm when he requested I take a seat, he simply hoped I'd return to the familiar cobbled streets.
