To my beautiful one, your beauty will never fade away...not to me.
This is a song in progress a real late night getting off work sadness song Going home to bed and dragging your ghouls with you kind of tune
this one' kinda flaky, but, oh well
The word Vanima is from the Elven language written by J.R.R. Tolkien. I wrote this poem for a special friend who I gave the nickname of Vanima to because that's what she is.. (even when she doesn't always feel it).
Nobody needs money to be happy.
No fucking clue?
