If I ran away to happier times, you would be what I ran to.
When I look in a mirror, I see us; not me.
It takes two halves to make a whole.
You are my other 180.
Why wont you love me?
If I ran away to happier times, you would be what I ran to.
When I look in a mirror, I see us; not me.
It takes two halves to make a whole.
You are my other 180.
Why wont you love me?
Disappointments come often to the mind.
The crazy thing is thinking what have us confused by what is really true, different lenses sees all angels.
I wish my brain would only speak, then I would know it was for real.
If I told u I love u, I lied.
If I told u I cared, I lied.
If I told u I could trust u, I lied.
If I told u I could give u the world, I lied.
If I told u wouldn’t lie to me, I would never lie to u.
Can you be my truth?
A touch with the feel of a dream, with a whisper of your voice, feels like a warm cuddle.
Times in my dreams it is cold; but only when your face doesn’t appear.
You’re my Picasso.
If I dreamed out loud, would that mean I was awake?
If I yelled out loud and you didn’t hear me, would that make me mute?
If I cried with no tears, would I be emotionless?
If I was buried with no friends around, would that mean I wasn’t a friend to you?
– Moon Glow