And in the day you died
I cried myself to sleep
But don't you worry, dear
In that night
The Moon made sure to told me herself
That you are the most beautiful star in her sky
And the most beautiful flower in her garden
She told me not to worry
'Cause she would take care of you
Like you were the most precious thing in the world
Because to me
You are
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
o nome dela.
PoetryEu te peço que me encha de tu. Cê me canta, me dedilha e derrama tua alma na minha. Cê me pede que te abasteça. Eu te pinto, te toco e te dou meu ser. Eu peço que não vá embora. Cê me solta, me beija e tira de mim tudo que sobrou de você. ☆~☆~☆ ⚢ Eu...
