Growing weak.. And getting old..
But I dont really care...
Ode, to My Beautiful Flower!!!
Ode, to my beautiful flower...
I'd love to
Do so many things...
How often she asks me why I am like this,
I try to tell her what it is...
I want to stare into your eyes,
And see in them, reflected my own eyes...
I wake up next to you
Your arm entertwined with my back...
When i first saw you....
i didn\'t know what to think...
There are too many things,
That take away our wings...
Drifting out of reality,
dosing into dreams...
The one I love
This poem is written for the one I love...
What pleasant weather the day has bestoyed
A smooth breeze trickles up my spine...
When will i find that person
the person that I'm supposed...