You like action
coming first...

I'm a plain girl you see,
I don't wear makeup to...

Help Me I'm going insane!
As I type my stories to you...

He took her hand
and she appeared to...

What would I do if I seen
you walking down the street...

I long for you touch
just one last time...

The Land is dark
filled with death...

In 1893 in a quite little Inn
slept soundly a peaceful little girl...

He lived alone.
He had no real friends...

The room is dark
it has a musky smell...

In my eyes
hides many things...

The first star I see at night
reminds me of the twinkle...