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.
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.
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