Hungry Eyes

Im begging By the roadside Wrinkles of aging A plastic mug And my cloth the rag I got no hug I goes dry for hours And thirst for shows Hungry for shoes Busy eyes Cant see my tears Business cant give their shares I curse the womb Lament the tomb Which makes me sob Of course its tomorrow My new day from narrow And the last station of my arrow I feel sorry for the world For i was born to the cold I will disturb to the old! Its _dafina Follow my ig_dafinacatensartpieces