Poems from kettnyfrance
He believe your love was pure and so he walked through the line of your fire
When you pull the trigger and let the bullet go through...
He believe your love was pure and so he walked through the line of your fire
When you pull the trigger and let the bullet go through...
He believe your love was pure and so he walked through the line of your fire
When you pull the trigger and let the bullet go through...
He believe your love was pure and so he walked through the line of your fire
When you pull the trigger and let the bullet go through...
He believe your love was pure and so he walked through the line of your fire
When you pull the trigger and let the bullet go through...