what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two
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.
Dear Lover...you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.
Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.
solder. this is meand you together
Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.
I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.
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