“Oh please, don’t cry, you liar!
You’re leaving for your last kiss,
And who in this world could ask me to resist.
Your hands cold as they find my neck,
All this love that I’ve found I detest.” Mumford and Sons
You’re leaving for your last kiss,
And who in this world could ask me to resist.
Your hands cold as they find my neck,
All this love that I’ve found I detest.” Mumford and Sons
(Source: philosophicalpoetry)
