It's funny how life changes.
Years ago, a little girl always clad in pink,
would shut her eyes tightly and wish
to open them in a distant place.
Tonight she closes her eyes and wishes to be there again,
where her door is on the other side, and she is just a few steps away.
A constant desire,
an eternal longing,
for something that's never there.
Kill me for saying this, but i read thispoem and I think Vampires i don't know why
ResponderEliminar@JPA: I would, in fact, kill you for it.
ResponderEliminar