to be freeoh the bliss i get when she touches me with her windy kiss. it is so cold and harsh. how i wish we could be together. she is my lover of the coldest of nights. she is all to me. with her bright cold windy days to her dark endless nights. how i wish you came more then once a year. iwould be filled with and endless joy to have you all year round. "i love you" i scream at your winds hoping you hear my crys of pain to take me away form all this life and make me yours under your fallen leavto be free
who is thiswhen i see a pound i wonder. is that the real me or am i just the rippled image in the other side hoping i m real. hoping that all my world is not a lie and just another reflection.and when i walk away will i still be there on the other side? waiting and watchinmg for someone else to come and see me? when will i know who i am or what i am ? when will all this madness stop? when will i see i am not either both the person on one sie or the reflection i am the pound.who is this
aaah the change
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~. who are you to wave your finger at me
Im sure youre just gonna love it here
But...
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