They'll never know how I cry,
or understand my grief.
Because love is a lie,
and death is a thief.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Can you hear us yet?
PoesíaThe things that I think about at school, mostly intrusive thoughts.
Thief
They'll never know how I cry,
or understand my grief.
Because love is a lie,
and death is a thief.
