I live in your thoughts, and in every blown-out candle.
I dash through as a shooting star, from the sky I dangle.
Will you stop hoping? Only time will tell,
I'm gone in a minute, when 11:11 comes and goes.
But what was your desire? Only I will know.
pst: I'm your lost birthday wish :D
المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو