What does it mean
When you tell me these things...
Loves not love that's
born out of sorrow...
The pounding of my heart
reminds me of the Ocean...
There's a beautiful pink rose
whose fragile petals are turning black...
I use all I got to prove to u
I'm real...
Last year was a blister
The last time that I kissed her...
My heart, our anniversary,
bow-tie you never bothered to wear...
Words will never be...
Their portrait just arrived and their smiles
digitally mock me...
She came to bring, the voice of all reason,
Twas in the Spring, a beautiful season...
Completely lost in a daze
After your disconsolate speak...
Lost in the fantasy land that I might have meant...
but we both know I'm lying to myself...