My heart was screaming, With all senses on mute. I guess I was in love,with the girl inside that prostitute.”
What colour should I paint my hopes, For it to be visible through the mist and fog. What colour should I paint my hopes, That it should shine forever ?
Gone is the summer, gone is the light.Gone is the winter, and everything bright. Gone are melodies, gone is the song.Gone are the tune taking all notes along. Gone is the smile, gone are the tears.Gone is the courage and also all the fear. Gone is a brave heart, gone is his bravery,Gone is his… Continue reading What we lose!
When all seasons are gone, and it's just raining all around./ Only clouds, and thunders and storms are found./ When people are fake, and moments are vague,/ When happiness is always what we put on stake.
Uff….those beautiful eyes! It looks like all the water from the universe has been poured in those lovely lake filled with shining crystals. Her dusky cheeks with tangling hair covering half of her face with cat eye framed glasses were all adding to her already magnificent beauty.
ith passing days, her behaviour reflected more of her cuteness and my admiration were always finding an excuse to be about her. She is cute. She is beautiful. She is enthralling. And moreover, she is awesome.