I DON’T KNOW

How does it feel,
To have someone you can tell every detail,
About the lost whale, or the running snail.

How does it feel,
To reveal the devil under your veil,
Because you trust the person will not put you into jail.

How does it feel,
To have someone who listens to your fairytale,
About your dreams to wonder and sail.

How does it feel,
When someone appreciate,
And does not left you unattended to stale.

You know well, so tell me, how does it feel?



TELL ME YOUR LITTLE THINGS