Made my night a bit smiley...
Made my fingers a bit beautiful...
Almost midnight...
Couldn't sleep yet...
Wondering into the dark of the night...
Looking for my not so ordinary prince charming...
No need white horse...
All I ask of him is to understand me....
If you are my prince charming...Here I am!
Please do come and get me...
*I'd call this errorisme*
1 comment:
If Love means Death..
so Let Me Die..
Die and Died for many millions times..
may i called this an beautiful errorisme..
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