Yo me recuerdo de
Todas las veces...
Sisters are
Impossible...
Cheeks of the devil’s own angel
smile like chubby rosy buns...
My eyes bare upward,
as though in prayer, longing, like the one thing...
Sweet dreams when they may take you,
I've sent an angel to watch above...
When the night comes, I hide
fears, sorrows, bad memories...
To dream of a day without
Any worry, trouble, or doubt...
You never know what could happen.
As freak accidents happen often...
You're like an epiphany
A shooting star in my night sky...
The story continues, as sore as skin rubbed
dangerously red, it’s colour like fire from the...
Unconditional love and care,
like the astonishing countless stars in sky...
Hidden under the books, surrounded by pens.
White-but he has a soul of gold in a sense...