I run free through empty meadows
I collide with the brightest stars
I breath fire and watch as you
desperately try to put it out
YOU ARE READING
Deadly - Poetry
Poesía/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
In a Dream
I run free through empty meadows
I collide with the brightest stars
I breath fire and watch as you
desperately try to put it out
