On a lonely Monday morning if someone walks by...
Searching for me...

In love…
In love with you...

On a shooting star i wish everyday,
that please let tomorrow be unlike today...

Hopelessly as i tried to undo the wounds...
thousands of promises and tantrums...

I haven't seen you,
i have felt you...deep in my soul....you have...

This is: a dream,
a fantasy...

Walking away ...with whatever is left
the remaining pride and Honor, have kept...