I would sneak into your thoughts,
find out what has you busy...

I have not the perfect bouquet of words to offer,
but a wonder of sincerity in my wish for you...

Yes.
We were lover...

I'm a hard art.
Paint made of many faces...

There is a door that's open
but we have to break in, just the same...

Would I be mourned after am gone?
The spirit that heightens my thinking purposefully...

Helpless thoughts
hanging in my mind...

Sometimes the walls of sleep
lie down in the breast...

Will tell you something,
something I have always said to myself...

I saw the pain in her
and my heart limped...

They say blood is red,
I so much agree to disagree...

The probability of equality lies within the...
We fight to satisfy our ego...