domingo, fevereiro 10, 2019

Baby your not mine
maybe I need show you
What love its
I don't have motive
I need you
I'm not scare
I have plane
I want you
come home
I had this desire
it's the perfect book
To tell you
when I go down
I kiss you

I get this fresh eyes
and who have that gorgeous eyes
When you pass
I just smile
I can believe that I like to much
only want see you lose control
Maybe I like your perfume
sometimes I just want see your smile
smiling
Maybe you remember a simple coordination about love
I hope one day
I kiss you all the time
when you open the door
I only see you your fresh smile