trying new clothes
in search of a new me…but
I am still the same
trying new clothes
in search of a new me…but
I am still the same
dreaming of you
are you a figment of my imagination
or you really exist
grooming day
my shitzu’s hair all gone
looks like a different dog
in this life
meet me whenever… but
stay till the end
dreaming of youth
through cracked glasses
old age in a corner
love to live
and live to love
it’s worth it
summer rain
quenching the souls
making life beautiful
just a name
is what will remain
lets make history
the eye sees
only what it believes in
the light or the dark
young and beautiful
she… the crescent moon
and he….her beholder