Why?
I'm not perfect
And you would have to know it
I don't judge you,
Please, don't judge me.
Have mercy on me.
You say that I hurt you with my words
But you,
With more simple words you are destroying me,
And all of my soul suffer.
You think that it's too easy be me,
But you don't know all of my demons.
Yes,
I make mistakes,
A lot
But it's a part of the life.
Of my life,
I'm a simple human,
And I'm so proud of me.
I love me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Bios
Poesía"Sentir es un pensamiento extravagante" Distintas visiones, distintos seres. Bios.