I wish your love was mine
But i cant find the clue
Its something turning blue
A heart that cant be defineThis love its not determine
Anything will be true
We should try to argue
But its too late, we have passed the lineAnd if everything is like a dream?
No one must think
That the feelings taste as creamMy hand writing without ink
My mind trying not to scream
Myself dying behind my link

ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ensoñaciones del duende de Sevilla©
AcakTe gusta la poesía?, déjate arrebatar los sentimientos por mis profundas invenciones. Prometo no defraudarte ;)