Life with men is like a deck of cards,
You need a heart to love them...

Love is complicated,
it's like a game...

Our love is forbidden,
no matter how far this love is driven...

For all the poems you write me..
i think its about tiime 4 me to write one 4 you...

I can't stop thinking,
Of that one human being...

Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain...

~..I live in a house..~
I live in a house of pain...

Let me tell you a story
about a little girl...

How am i supposed to carry on?
if i'm still hearing our love song...

I'm not ready for love,
i'm not ready to meet my beloved...

A new year is just a page away,
that doesn't mean to let memories fade day by day...

She's looking in the mirror
coats of red lipstick she puts on...