Walking with you in this even sun, I wonder about what life has done, Is this the correct time to hold your hand? I wish my thoughts could make more sense. The calmness of
It flows Remains of the civilized Beneath the dazzling views Would you like a peek? In the manhole of greed It reeks The ashes of burnt aspirations Under your new boots Would you like to
What went wrong? Was it not right? Who is to blame? Why did we even fight? What just has happened, Should I simply let go? But where will I be, If I do so?
Why don’t I sleep at night? Why is it that we always fight? All your charm that makes me blush, Are you the one, people call a crush? You’re simple, you’re intelligent, I’m a
‘Abandon all hope ye who enter here’ DAY 1 He lay on the cold ground, looking up at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting. He knew where he was, as sure as he knew that he
