Once I crossed a street,
And because of the silence
Coming from both sides,
I didn't look another time.
I was hit,
I was run over like an abandoned bitch.
That was my biggest mistake.
Alguns falam de doçura, Desconhecem O regurgitar das abelhas, O mel que se transforma dentro delas, Dentro das casas de cera. Falam do luxo ...
Excellent metaphor for being caught unaware. Well written. My compliments.
ResponderExcluirYou can also make mistakes ..
ResponderExcluirThanks fot visit
Kiss
Morris