I find myself dreaming of you most nights,
through the haze you're always there.
You make my life make sense.
Turn my demons into dust.
I do not deserve the love you show.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
META
PoesíaWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
