Here I hold a picture of us I turn it around an it...
When the light goes out...
I feel you
I know its you...
Girl says:
I can't promise you perfection...
Not to be confused with any events originating out...
To A reunification of Europe and Strengened ties...
Lying in open fields,
she thinks about her day...
All of these emotions rolling around deep inside...
They say they care about you, yet they cut you...
I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends...
Dear reader,
In this poem, we meet as souls...
I was stuck to Alice's dress.
Hitched a ride I must confess...
Stapp
Shy and organized...
What if I fell
would you help me up...