It would be better if you stay with me
but every single day and night was the same shit
The love of a father was something I could never have and imagine
Now many things are under my ankles
I lost everything every sound for every silence
This some kind of beautiful stuff
I'm too shy to cry
/Spsnish version/
Era mejor que te quedaras conmigo
pero cada dia y noche pasaba lo mismo
El amor de un padre fue algo que no pude tener
muchas cosas estan debajo de mis tobillos
todo lo que perdi cada sonido por cada silencio
Esto algun tipo de cosa bonita
soy muy timido para llorar
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hammer Herency
PoetryHammer Herency my new collection of secrets behind the finally fountain English & Spanish Poetry , romance , doubts and end When in fact I feel alone, just read my own story turned into torture again and again
