The loving kiss of death
The cold touch of darkness
Where is the hope I'm searching for?
Your sweet little kisses
Your gentle touch
Ah, there it is...
[Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
The loving kiss of death
The cold touch of darkness
Where is the hope I'm searching for?
Your sweet little kisses
Your gentle touch
Ah, there it is...
[Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
"In a realm of our own peace and fantasy,
Where all of the imaginations fantasizes,
I'll always look up to you like a treasure,
Who knows their true worth without pressure,
Has its own unique persona...