Poetry keeps me sane , its a relief when i just can't talk to know one else my pen becomes my lips and the paper my words and there they are sealed. |
Beneath my skin is a soul
Beneath my eyes is a vision...
On dark nights i look at the stars
Admire there beauty, Stare at their grace, I...
She was blinded by his smile.
She was blinded by his grace...
Crazy thoughts inside my head
I try to forget so i can lay and go to bed...
Beneath my skin is a soul
Beneath my eyes is a vision...
A heart is just two question marks merged together |
tomorrow is promised to no one |