Little girls eyes
They can see so much magic...
Until the fresh threads of gold,
sparkle over the pure snow...
Asleep at the wheel from all the kaos within this...
In a car underwater,waiting to be saved from these...
She didn't know she could erase paint
with the will of her predilection...
I haven't been living
I haven't been alive...
Closing with backward aspects
I feel my mind stop the discriminations...
It's the season closest
if anything...
Paired lights, dim-ed streets
The hollow and quint year...
Noble companion, stay striving still,
keep thriving through weightier nuances...
Heartaches, heartbreaks, disappointments.
Ive felt all of it. Many happy memories...
Ill be coming home just to be alone,because i know...
this is not a home,i think I'm better off...
I used to be a carefree soul
I lived my way without regret...