She is always in seach of flowers, And answers to questions, She keeps asking the moon, At every crossroad of her life. She is always in...

Yesterday I wrote something, From my heart, To my heart in the future, For it to know, The feelings I felt, So deeply, But I couldn’t...

She knows her worth, Thus she weighs her words, Everytime she writes something, For you don’t know, Or rather can’t show, How much she’s...

Her hair has wildflowers, Her skin smells like sunshine, Her mouth tastes like fresh flowers, Her lips, like soft petals divine. Her soul...

It’s draining going through the same situation over and over again and not being able to learn the lesson yet. Why is it that world is...