We live in a painting of undefinable beauty
A star filled haze without definition. You run to...
The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story...
What if enemy
is in you telling you who...
I am a people's person
What love got todo with it...
Little scary tricks
wait upon closed doors...
Quero viver a vida
That my father gave...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |