Dear Lover...you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.
You will be my souvenir in American summer,when all I can think about are Parisian springs.
Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.
what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two
I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.
Being alone is better than being your whore.
Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.
Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.
solder. this is meand you together
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