𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓻

Quiero comenzar a escribir nuevamente, ¿hay gente aquí aún? 

the depth of my heart won’t be filled

more than half of my days is empy

he looked like art, 
          but it was pure poetry

like the stars hold the moon, right there where they belong 

If it meant I could hold your hand, I will follow you cause I'm under your spell

tus historias me dan la vida 

I'm pulling on your heart to push my luck

our hometown's in the dark

You’ve slain a dragon, Simon.