If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages...

I supposed that I'm nothing more than just a rose
some flower growing up a few thorns...

I always thought that my thoughts were my own
but more often than not...

people turn pale blue
when a guy at the register...

Through my hair glides fire and rain:
the misery my of days, my cries for help...

When the nights do come and when the days do too,
When I might be asleep or I might be awake...

Oh flower in us your scent, sweet love.
Let our roots enroot, deep into your soul...

On a tempestuous day, a girl with brownish hair
spoke to her dearest nature friend...

Oh Ben, where are you now?
I search for you within this site...

Oh why? oh why, Sky? Please tell me why?
Why is it so that rains befalls on me tonight...

in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...

A flower, surrounded by trees,
once said...