Women who love too much
wear their heart on their sleeve...
The children’s section, when I was a child
served my sister as a babysitter for me...
A secret life
hidden away...
God is the basic good,
The rest, one, has to learn alone...
The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...
C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
Teasing kids ignite
terrorizing tearful eyes...
Cover me over with melody
Cover me over with time...