Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...
Her mind-
a collection...
It makes me happy to see I wrote
A long journey was started since 2004...
Can't fall asleep
I'll try counting sheep...
Sweet sounds serenading the town folk
Music notes fill the open world...
A cold breeze rushes past me,
sending chills down my spine...
I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...
Living young and dying free
That's what it's like to be me...
Noise in the night
that likes to keep me up...
When you're with me you're nothing
less than a skilled break dancer...
Quietly spoken with a smile,
sweet words, come here my little fawn...
This word reminds me of an elementary school...
All my words need to be heard...