And when she cry.
I see it's not better,
Her tears rolling down.
Now the world is over.
I look at her eyes,
It's a stormy weather.
At the end she don't cry,
She just do a murder.
YOU ARE READING
Endlessly
PoetryI don't love you and I told you multiple time but... I love the way your walk with confidence while listening music I love the way you smile when you see the sun I love those eyes who turn green under the sun I love those freckles who look like flow...
Realisation
And when she cry.
I see it's not better,
Her tears rolling down.
Now the world is over.
I look at her eyes,
It's a stormy weather.
At the end she don't cry,
She just do a murder.
