Loca-poem
Passionate as a misfired bullet, You aim at me but never hit, you have no target, but you lit the whole place on fire. Then you see through your own eyes, though there’s nothing else to see, this… Continue Reading
Passionate as a misfired bullet, You aim at me but never hit, you have no target, but you lit the whole place on fire. Then you see through your own eyes, though there’s nothing else to see, this… Continue Reading →