quinta-feira, fevereiro 01, 2018

I'm jealous
I get angry
if you don't pick the phone
And send me message
I need you
I not perfect
I just want get home
If you understand me
why me
I'm not rich
only have a illusion 
Someone poor
without glory
Or words
they need me 
I hope you to
I got wishes
to remember you
Stop crying
I want much more
look at sky
What you see
memories that you don't believe
Stop I want your phone
to send you a message
I miss you
since 4 November 2016

  

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