The air smells sweet
The soothing wind keeps blowing...
Words are precious as air
We breath them out...
Confined Glory.
Droplets from her eye...
She blows the glitter into the future
Decorating her hopes & dreams...
In one corner there stands dracula the...
but in this corner stands rocko our very own...
A feeling in which I embrace
There is not only a trace...
There was a time I knew myself
What I wanted, and who I would be...
Im not a facebook status,
You dont have to like me...
To the lady so dear to me
Yet so far away...
Growing up i always thought its a free world I'm...
That i could do ME...
Your eyelids are the color of winter
morns where aghast clouds blush the faintest...
Remove your sunglasses
let me see your damp eyes...