Knock on my door, boy come home.
You stay in my head,
lay in my arms, why won't you?
It's been way too long,
what you waiting on?
Cause I've been laying here
learning what the memories won't do.
See I need you, and baby I need to
let down my guard, and give you my scars,
open up my heart.
- alessia cara
ESTÁS LEYENDO
constellations
Poetry"Mis pensamientos son estrellas con las que no puedo formar constelaciones." - A.W. Estas son mis estrellas, pero espero que tú las leas constelaciones.
