I don't know how many times I've died
But I sure know how many times you've killed me.
But I sure know how many times you've killed me.
And those were the times
when you smiled
with a gun in my back.
when you smiled
with a gun in my back.
Those were the times
when you held my hand
to take me to the cemetery.
when you held my hand
to take me to the cemetery.
Those were the times
when I smiled
with my heart on my sleeve.
But those were the times
when I also held your hand
to take you to the cemetery.
when I smiled
with my heart on my sleeve.
But those were the times
when I also held your hand
to take you to the cemetery.
La primera fotografía es preciosa :)
ReplyDeleteMe encantan las medias.
Muac,
rockbellgoeswild.blogspot.com.es/
I like it a lot
ReplyDeleteImpresionante.Puro arte mi prince.
ReplyDeleteLa primara foto es bestial!
ReplyDeleteMe encanta el contraste blanco-negro del reportaje,
y las dos primeras frases del texto (también es tuyo?) :)
muaaak.
gorgeous photography x
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