Everywhere I go there is a shadow,
Whispers of the past,
Sickness from the last,
Standing on the grass,
Breaking the glass,
Turning to find the cast,
Smiling just for once,
'Cause knowing what happen first,
This is a curse,
For those who killed their trust,
For those who killed their hearts.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Memories
De TodoThis is all my own poem, this is all my own thoughts, my words thats unspoken, disgusting mistakes were made, forgive us, the damned and the forgotten. why did I named it memories? because it all happened to me. Yes, all the adventures I had, they h...
