Cold is the angel skin not my own one
shivers itself when I fell you neighbour
Cold is the angel and he knows the truth
I know you are my truth: that me burns
Thursday, 22th March 2012
Tag Archives: angel
When you touch me
When you touch me my skin cries and deeply
understand I am not like an angel
nor the strong ice rock which me hide always
during my daylight life men like done
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
