I fear to walk on those paths
With tranches and thorns.
I fear to see you in my imagination
But, yet you Bloosom and twinkle
Like the stars, in my imagination.
You've driven past Love to a point of
Great Care and Passion of Love.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PuisiWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
