There's a 'hell' in Every 'hello',
A 'good' in Every 'goodbye',
For the universe knows that there can never be anything good in you being my lover.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A broken girls thoughts
PoesíaYou played with me, didn't you? But I can't blame you for they all do. You said your hello and trapped me in hell I fell for you for it was the easiest thing I could do.
