Is him. Him with a broken smile that fixes my heart, with sparkling eyes that light up my darkness, with bones so sharp that cut my demons, and faces so weird that make everyone look normal. It really is him. The one that is going to make me taste the cruel word that we all call love, and is going to make me regret decisions in which thinking is not involved .
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Cuando me siento poetica
De TodoPorque de vez en cuando, cuando no se que mas hacer, me pongo a escribir cosas que no tienen sentido, y cosas que si.
