nath16
Nouveau poète
I do not arrive has to cross(spend) me as you I want to see you I hold that has to believe in you I have to spend a night has to cry Just a thing has to ask me When you are going to arrive I want your arms and to squeeze(tighten) you Your smile begins has to miss me My eyes already are to wet everything Your body so distant But my yours heart yours < 3 When I am not good, your heart is always pres of mine