A pretty cute doll, wrapped in ethnic attire and emotions. Wearing just a little make up and a lot of smiles. Holding hurricane inside her head, she could burst any moment. I wonder: is she well fed of love? I'm afraid if she is.
Do you know? When you were jumping for One Direction, There was my heart under your feet, You were shouting their names, I wished if it was for me, You said you would die for a touch, Without thinking about us, I was standing, dying right beside you, And you didn’t see, I know baby... Continue Reading →