Remember my name.
I've been turning the calendar pages with my bleeding hand.
I can't see you.
I still want to feel the warmth around me long nights under our favorite stars.
Clinging on the hope you showed year.
I can't deny, get me out ,
I want to wear pink, yellow and green and run flapping my hands in our favorite place.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Remember my name.
I've been turning the calendar pages with my bleeding hand.
I can't see you.
I still want to feel the warmth around me long nights under our favorite stars.
Clinging on the hope you showed year.
I can't deny, get me out ,
I want to wear pink, yellow and green and run flapping my hands in our favorite place.
