Hell's Weather
Myself loving (you)rself
— You don't know what love is
Well, I'm sure that hell now is colder
Even if I try to be bolder —
The sun burns my skin
Just like it does with my tears; they disappear
But since you've done worse
Had burned myself before
I just no longer insist.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Quando O Jovem Descobre o Amor
PoesiaPensamentos transformados em poesia. Poemas em inglês e português - autorais
