Every storm has thorns
Every rose rains...
Love is not only getting someone,
love is also loosing someone...
Look at my hands
beautiful...
Love is an artist-
Unveiling its masterpiece containing illustrious...
Hedonistic scorn pours out.
Brilliance isolates you...
It is not astonishing for the heart to love more...
Love. Do I love her or is it the image that swells...
Ok, does he? We ask ourselves this question a...
Always Thinking; Ti.xo...
My heart is yours
to keep safe...
You make my heart
flutter like a yellow butterfly...
Addiction has a hold of me.
Naked to you, that...
The hole in my heart was so very deep
I thought it would never be filled...