Not even a line of beautiful words can be sorted
Lost love makes the soul so dead
Increasingly pervasive brittle soul
Undermine an increasingly tough nameless
Shortness of endless recalls the story of our
Could not even cry unstoppable
But any deep sob
All's not coming back
Love has passed
And let it go
Bringing who has created bitter sweet
now,
Arrange your heart ...
Meet the new love
Yours definitely happy
My little heart talk.
