I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be awaking the shade and shadowed under towering trees, admiring the seen., inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe. Jet lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep, although my blood shoot whites and iris’s they never find any. Clock stops at times where the sun shine can blind many. Although my eyes are heavy they wont be closing soon, cause i know that time waits for nobody, I suppose its true


I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet

Tell her that she turns my cheeks the colour of my hair

White Lips Pale Face Breating in Snowflakes

I’ll pick you up when you are getting down

This is the start of something beautiful

Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in, lie down with e and hold me in your arms

The worst things in life come free to us

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