Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.
Being alone is better than being your whore.
Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.
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.
Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.
I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.
solder. this is meand you together
what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two
You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again
cherry reddenim tornholding closethe smell of warm