where is she?
her character is as soft as the wind that blows rose petals towards the sky where angels haven't wings anymore, touching my heart.
she is the pill that makes me fly to the moon and catch the stars
she is my twig that descends me to the reality
her voice is so deep that seems funeral march, carrying me to the abyss with a final wish...
can I let you go? her face is round like the world that my childish eyes used to see, yeah, that was a pretty childhood, I knew what hurt means when I was left alone in a wonderful dream... why didn't you wake me up?
she is my oldest friend...
there's a tattoo on her back, it's mysterious because I understand nothing
what is the true story behind the kindness?
she loved that guy but she wasn't in love, her beautiful poems were broken by envy, the true never should be told... so, now.. she is very happy
... where angels haven't wings anymore, touching my heart.