papillon145
Nouveau poète
Poetry were black
But now her past back
On her arms, scared are here
Sit on her memories.
Tried to keep someone alive
More passioned to cry
In her eyes, some tears
For remaind her screams.
Dreams will come true
If she believes in you
Don't leave her alone
You'll be her hero
But now her past back
On her arms, scared are here
Sit on her memories.
Tried to keep someone alive
More passioned to cry
In her eyes, some tears
For remaind her screams.
Dreams will come true
If she believes in you
Don't leave her alone
You'll be her hero