There was something about you,
that kept me thinking much...

It's madness,
to hate all roses because you got scratched by...

We will all die,
everyone that we have looked at...

I stood there and watched them mourn their loved...
the remorse was pure and perfect art captured...

To transplant the memories of one man into other...
Maybe that way you could start another kind of...

I know you can be wild,
wild without me still...

I use to feel connected to you,
my love for you remained strong...

My life is a snail trail of brokenness
where my dreams thirst for company of winds...

In the quietness,
I could hear my peace of mind screaming words...

Unique each night,
The heart in the head with no neck...

Simplicity is a defination of beautiful creature
in different nature...

I saw the pain in her
and my heart limped...