23. April 201921. May 2019 by Muni_Mar Not a delicate song We can not glue fallen leaves back to the tree… Let go of me… You can’t erase the big hurt… The times your fists played my head like a drum – if only the ringing in my ear was a delicate song… Del dette:FacebookMoreTwitterLinkedInTumblrPinterestWhatsAppEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
