What Should I Do....?


These roses that I had sent would be lost, and the songs I sang might die, can I see your eyes so as not to reap the wings of all my trees, the trees wither and singing birds died, I need my lantern it is now without oil, Fuse black, as your eyes Yearns to me.


Selvador4 Selvador4
31-35, M
Nov 26, 2008