‘Why me?’ is not something the universe ever answers.
To know you means a lot of things: lot of love, lot of dreams.
...
To explain you means my heart in show.
this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map