The soul is craving for Love with high hopes. But love denies by its ethics of attached myth.
Alone or lonely, don’t know of it. It’s just out of the league.
Happy faces go shy away, the pain of the style remains silent
It’s absolutely fine to not have long talks with anyone of known. I’m the one who produces time when no one has it
These emotions can’t get rid of me. As I’m the owner of them. They just deny leaving me.
