What happens if I'm not the superhero, what if I'm the bad guy?
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be.
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise,
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw,
Something he was not looking for; both a beginning and an end.
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize,
When he catches his reflection on accident.
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise,
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw,
Something he was not looking for; both a beginning and an end.
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize,
When he catches his reflection on accident.
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Postat av: belladonna
bra skrivet!
Postat av: Mingla
Får jag fråga dig en sak?
Postat av: sabbi
kika gärna in i min blogg och va med och kora fram den snyggaste kändiskillen! har du inte lust så får du iaf ha en trevlig kväll :)
Postat av: hanna
mingla: ja fråga på.
Postat av: hanna
mingla: ja fråga på.
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