segunda-feira, julho 20, 2020

Sometimes I'm confuse
let me
With a broken coffee
I ask you
would you take me home
Why
I desire
You say that you hate
but i don't care
I hope one day
You carry me home
maybe I write
What you cannot control
sometimes I hold words
What can I say
I talk to the god
to let guide to me
So don't caught
because the cure is at home
Maybe you don't you
you say I'm sick
You cannot cure