and the hills, whilst cover in snow, are still barren within...
maybe one day I'll understand why... everything I touch surely dies...
love comes slow and goes so fast...
what you mean to me, is more than what i can express... a belief, a hope, a silver lining, for my life and bless...
the simplicity, is not in her, rather, in the eyes of him, who adores her the way he does
when silence gets the best of you... you become agitated, angry and easily offended.. if it gets disturbed, even if its for your own good...
masquerade, but speak your heart to me
i ask you, with everything i have and with nothing, that i am now... WHAT IF?