Don't ask me, to tip joyously through the daisies, or look for little fairies. Quite frankly I'd find it a bore.
Your always in never, never land, without even going, out the door.... more »
He wanted love, or so it would seem.
Love to fill an empty void, caused by shattered dreams.
She wanted love, or so it seemed. Love to stop loneliness creepings, like a slow haunted dream.... more »
Money is something thou needs to survive.
Love is something thou feels from inside.
Make sure when thou connect the two,... more »
Where The Butterflies Go
Fluttering gracefully, without making a sound.
Higher and higher the butterflies are bound.
Wing's floating lightly, on the crisp air.
Fluttering wing's bigger, than butterflies body.... more »