His eyes… Black as coals, if we play very quiet, my lamb… Mary never has to know.
About me
This is just somewhere were i can foolishly trow my lamb's theories... the ones who says that in Summer everything gets so bright... And stupidly hot, Fall brings something that we lambs call changing, Winter warm my heart, and spring make us want to shot those stupid in love couples.So I cordially invite you to lose your time reading the thought's of a lamb's mind hidden behind a crown of thorns.
