I can't stop
Myself to cry
When the person
I really love
Is not here
By my side
Tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoésieI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
