Eres una perra rica-dijo- una perra rica. Ahora estoy lleno de poesía. Podredumbre y poesía, poesía podrida.

martes, 11 de agosto de 2015

So tell me now
If this ain't love then how do we get out?
Because I don't know
That's when she said 'I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save' 
That's when I told her 'I love you girl
But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have'