When I was cold, you were my sunshine. I loved to open my eyes, in the middle of our lips and saw your big eyes, and all those big lies ... I saw through your soul ... This it's part of our past. Now I feel how the time goes by, but all around remind me how I felt those; Now I know, those won't happen again.
- Your beauty radietes from inside of you. The heart knows what the heart knows.
Maybe, we were made to feel in love with somebody else, not with ourselves.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
BlueMoon
Poetry¿No es sabido que quienes corrompen su cuerpo están ocultándose? ¿Y quienes profanan a los vivos son tan viles como quienes profanan a los muertos? ¿Y que el cuerpo no vale menos que el alma? ¿Y si el cuerpo no fuese alma, qué es el alma?
