She came to me broken,Someone had her heart stolen.Does pursuing her make much sense?Her moods get intenseBut I take it in my stroll.I rolled the dice,It told me to take a chance,But I know she will leave when she heals!
K.Oni
We live and we die and we are forgotten. Life is a constantly growing rose That never kisses the sky. Our goodbyes is soon forgotten And d...
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