Like songs that get me
jumping on weekend nights
only to leave me bleeding
when the Sunday sun peaks
Him who took my heart
dancing last week
has so soon left it
sinking into the deep.
Living like there’s no
tomorrow is a bitch
when you can’t control
life’s reality switch.
"words are poisoned darts of pleasure" FF
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humm...cheiro de novidades por aqui?
Amei o poema!
saudades!
bjs
Love and some verses... magic! \o/
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