Under the window
of an unknown beloved...
And there she goes,
Her and the painted night horse...
Sometimes love is speechless
Not needing to be heard...
.
there need not be iron bars...
She reminds me of spring
When flowers are in bloom...
When you think, the whole universe starts to make...
When you speak...
We shall be forgotten
but our love will remain...
I know they're not our footprints
Embedded in the sand...
I’ve never been too good at letting myself get...
My heart is a tattered mess that no one can patch...
Happiness was sitting in the old worn down...
Happiness used to be sitting shotgun in a car with...
I’ve been crying out for so long
Like being on repeat, a familiar song...
In my heart, she is a rose
Whose flower never fades...