Somtimes we cant help but to bruise ourselves.
Behind the mirrors of taunting reflections we must wait
, for the smiles that serve us a good day.
Letting our misery run free so very far away
fixing our eyes upon a flawless face we must not ignore.
Our lips collide with a pationate force of beautiful composure.
A birds eyes are like staring into the world...
with just one glance.