look at it:
silent tears fall wrapped in the blanket of night,
darkness drops the masks of the soul calming the usual disjointed thoughts.
His eyes admit, he's afraid.
In the mind-edged boxes contain inaccurate errors, uncertainties, selfishness of the choices, regrets. Not being able to walk up straight paths formed by fine lines.
You like the moon, mysterious, fascinating, changeable.
I , the notes in this cold night running, I try to keep her company,
take off the petals of flowers to give dissatisfied with the will and passion ..
I admit, I too fear ..
silent tears fall wrapped in the blanket of night,
darkness drops the masks of the soul calming the usual disjointed thoughts.
His eyes admit, he's afraid.
In the mind-edged boxes contain inaccurate errors, uncertainties, selfishness of the choices, regrets. Not being able to walk up straight paths formed by fine lines.
You like the moon, mysterious, fascinating, changeable.
I , the notes in this cold night running, I try to keep her company,
take off the petals of flowers to give dissatisfied with the will and passion ..
I admit, I too fear ..