his eyes
her world
his ears
her music
his nose
her smell
his love
her life
I wish my self a second chance
I wish myself a second life
I wish myself a beautiful me
How ironic
surrounded by people
still lonely
The world is a quite place
full of mysteries
waiting to be unraveled
by the fierce humanity
In the chest of treasures
there lies the peace
trying to be found by everyone
found by none!!!
ever wondered what it is like to be star
alone in the sky
yet shiny and smiling
ever wondered what it is like to be star
alone in the sky
yet shiny and smiling
Why is to so
that when I look back
I only see sufferings
and soreness?
and not a shred of happiness.
Why is to so
that when I look back
I only see sufferings
and soreness?
and not a shred of happiness.