i love you, and forever
you'll be in the chambers
of my heart.
but is locking you inside
makes you and i apart?
i would die if you leave
but if i'm the reason you hate to live
then i'll have to say goodbye
i'll set you free and let you fly
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Thoughts Without Direction
De Todosometimes when i'm bored or when i have a lot to do but i don't want to do any of it at all, i would think of writing, and they often come out in the form of poems (if they can even be considered poems)
