Poem

Blood pouring.
Rain pouring
Tears Pouring
I'm falling.
I'm fainting.
I raise.
I am alive.
I can survive.
I will Survive.
Make it,trough this,
I did it.

You have a butiful soul remember that! You gonna get the strenght to make it trough everything,
I promise!


Kommentarer

Kommentera inlägget här:

Namn:
Kom ihåg mig?

E-postadress: (publiceras ej)

URL/Bloggadress:

Kommentar:

Trackback
RSS 2.0