Sad Story about someone long ago I once knew ~

Do you think you’re seen her naked, because she took her clothes off

Tell me about her dreams

Tell me what breaks her heart

What is she passionate about

And what makes her cry ?

Tel me abut her childhood. Better yet. Tell me a story you’re not in

You’re seen her skin, and you’re touched her body

But you still know as much about her book, you once found, but never got to open it


By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)