a role character of a libra. |
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies...
I take my empty canvas
And I wash my ready brush...
Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring,
the ripening of fruit in the fall...
The world's like a flower
Either fallen or grown...
A gift, shall be given to someone
That you didn't know...
When Day met the Night,
there was a story to tell...
He hates how she loved Him.
He hates how He felt...
Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence...
Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows...
As I lie awake in my room
I pull out a rose that is red and gloom...
My ex fiance is a stupid one. |
Human heart is a gift of god |
As for the heart always come first. |