"You were the person who decorated my
curly hair with soft flowers.
Who caught the stars in her fist and
poured their magic in my eyes
You made everything sound like a fairy-tale.
And then you left when you made me believe you would always stay; you stole my happily ever after."
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poesía* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
