Charly0092
Poeta recién llegado
And if I must go,
if I must fall,
let it be toward the quivering flame
of a soul who never asked to be saved,
but still,
I hoped she’d let me try.
if I must fall,
let it be toward the quivering flame
of a soul who never asked to be saved,
but still,
I hoped she’d let me try.
