A shy friend
So quiet and shy my friend who always accompanies me that she always watches over a day, one might think that she is the owner of some stages of my life, although sometimes I try to hide them between smiles and tears. She is the bitterness of my tears and every day she poisons me with the intention of suffering, I myself know that you are made, I admire you and at the same time I reject you, I am absorbed in the meadows and lost among the people.




Dec 06,2020 PM 15:21