I wanted your look that was the most beautiful sonnet Talking about the disaster of love to me from the day I am a strange lover with blood and broken My tears my tears tired
How beautiful your eyes were with the sonnets Since always the rest of the moments with you
I always think about going without you If I stay today, what do I have for tomorrow? So why should I stay, I am in my chest? So why should I stay, Im colorful?
