Some people live for the sake of living.
Some, for religion...
A requiem, ode to long lost dream
Another truth, Small indecent scene...
Your beauty is like that of a rose,
such delicacy and fragrance that everyone knows...
In the hearts of those who are lost and forgotten
i will not forget...
As I lie down for the night,
These emotions run so deep...
The youth that walk the world,
false predictions of adoration...
She deserves more, but uncertainty reigns
Finding the good in his faulted nature...
Love is like a rose
Red, as in passion...
Love is like the heart
it pumps so much passion into you...
Love is like a rose;
Beautiful, with a razor edge...
Love and tear,they go hand in hand,
until our soul is buried beneath the sand...
As the rain pats on my window,
Only time will tell, only god will know...