Monday, May 28, 2018

Knock.. Knock..




Knock.. knock..
Heyyy.. i wonder if this heart is empty
Because it's so quite from the outside
Is it too cold there ?
I'm bringing hope in my hand with a little dust of a sincere affection
Perhaps you could open it a little bit
So, i could make it warm and safe

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