Where do I begin from,
How did this all begin...
What's the most romantic day of the week?
Weak in the knees...
You blast your jets in different sets
releasing stress with excess sex...
Can you hear my heart's breath?
Shallow and ragged, unsure of its meaning...
This morning I woke up wishing I was the pillow...
I woke up wishing to be the wind and the deliver...
Flames lick the back of my neck,
heat engulfs us both...
Hold me as
a beautiful thought...
He....
Breathes life back into to a cold dead corpse...
Grey; just like your skies, my eyes are
raining dear Seattle, and I just can't...
O Rosaline, on this night I must declare myself...
I see your sapphire eyes sparkle in the moonlight...
Our thoughts and prayers again return to the...
a few years ago...
It seems i can't hold back.
try to commit suicide...