Oct 2016
I write under the name of my perfect self
not my real self,
under a tragic life
and lonely soul.
I crave for red roses
and summer days
but i'm far from perfect
that i'm just the lonely ghost.
not my real self,
under a tragic life
and lonely soul.
I crave for red roses
and summer days
but i'm far from perfect
that i'm just the lonely ghost.
