"studderd" poems
She went to sleep,with love between her lips, happiness between her teeth, her cover is relieved, she is the women in black always with sadness on her eyes, i died many times and lefted with words i couldnt say, and now lost while she is away, days are past like years and i still remember her tears that rolled of her cheek, her lips that studderd affection, but gone like an arrow
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC