It couldn't have been everything a lie
'Cause if it was, why are you looking for my touch?
'Cause if it was, why does everything feel so familiar, so real?
Even when we are not alone, there's an electric current
faster that a shooting star, and it hits me everytime
your dark perfume is nearby.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. Fiction and memories: which is what?
PoesíaAll my thoughts, everything I've lived and felt about it, are on this pages. Hope you enjoy it and feel identified with it. Obra registrada en safe creative, bajo el número de registro: 1411282612680 Todos lo derechos reservados.
