sâmbătă, 22 decembrie 2012


You always see me as I am he said. That's your curse... and that's my comfort. Then he smiled at me. He grabbed his coat and his girl and walked away.
So I thought to myself : once you`ve seen his true face you can never love it.
But I could. And I did.

Un comentariu:

  1. Bine bine....dar mai scriem si noi un articol, o poezie, ceva?

    Pentru ca....chiar imi e dor.