"schange" poems
Your like a flower ready to Blum as the sun sets in the middle of June , the leaves fall as I saw a young beauty,beside the tree of dream; shook as my
Eyes stop and stare as wind blows her hair, she smiles as I get close her eyes schange to hazel blushing; as my mind was open.
Opening the door of her heart, bit by bit kissing her forged, she smiles..
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC