Being alone is better than being your whore.
Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.
You will be my souvenir in American summer,when all I can think about are Parisian springs.
solder. this is meand you together
I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.
what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two
Dear Lover...you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.
Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.
Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.
cherry reddenim tornholding closethe smell of warm
You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again
...but beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.
All of my insecuritiesshine in the dark.