By walking I found out
Where I was going.
By intensely hating, how to love
By loving, whom and what to love.
you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure…
if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess,
i must have loved you.
high-heeled they are always looking down..
down their confidence is struggling hard to get around
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map