He was a man with an angel tattoo In his neck
He looked at me with passion and said salut mademoiselle can I talk to you ?
I looked at him without saying anything i felt like He did touch my soul in the first second I saw his eyes first thing he said is how long can you keep me for  
I Said why !?
what do you mean !! He said i know your kind
Living for the feelings lying about their true colors it's a part of your beauty of being mystery to some people and a cold heart to some other people
How strong? , keeping everything in the inside , crying every night
Crying for letters
Wishing for life that you know you'll never have , you are mix of white and red
I can see throw you
you look so visible to me
broken heart
Living for the pain
you keep breaking your own heart before anyone will have a chance too right?
  if anyone had chance of doing that he would be a special one and you've lose your self to your weakness you'll be Without an identity of writing or living
You have a pleasure of living with ....."your own kind of pain".....
-How !?
He stripped me naked heart
I had nothing to say or to Deny I was screaming in the inside
But calme in the outside
how he stripped me naked heart
How he knew all that about me
i never admit that , even to myself
Who is he!?
What did made him so angry at me !
He just walked awaya
I was Standing with words
Who is he !?
He did put a words print in my mind
I just can't forget how he did look at me
He lookd so deep in my eyes that he made me so insecure about myself
So lovelessness
So shameless..

Madness

Never
apologize
for feeling too
recklessly,

the greatest lessons
are
always
learned
through

Madness