Let me take a sip of you
Before I drown in the poison
This vivid dream
Pours molten sadness in my grip
Hang my sorrow
My soul already crossing the sea
But you are here
I am listening to your eyes
From a sharp cold distance
Hugging the door to a time machine
How dark can I be on the inside
That you can’t see
The grim present that I hold
The nightmarish love
My life’s story is not the story of my life. The story of my life is that which starts in love and ends in tears!
Who am I? Do I dare to reveal my identity to the people? Am I that courageos? Maybe some day I will. Maybe that day I will learn how to love for real! Because now I’m just a kid who thinks is loving…you. Maybe not you, who are reading this, but she(whos name I can’t pronounce). Maybe some day she will be mature enough to tell me if she hated me or she loved me back. Because these are the ... Citește mai departe!