I miss the cover of a well thought phrase,
and the sense that an hour could last for days...
Tell me what do you see when you look at her face?
when you look at her face what do you see...
A simple look, a harmless glace
all of which merely happen by chance...
Dark, alarming
and strangely alluring...
Regret nothing, at one point its all you every wanted |
Patience is a virtue which all possess but little practice |
When most of what you hear are lies |