Is it that you're blind or you choose not to see
Because I'm crying out for love
I'm crying out for help
And no one's listening
Please let me touch your hand to prove to myself
that you're real
You'll stab my back and I'll let you taste my tears.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry From The Eye of A Storm
PoesíaJust the outpouring of a silent wallflower, trying to speak.
