45/F/Cremona - Italy Lost for words ,I always had the irresistible instinct to write my thoughts when they crop up in my mind . My soul is dark, my face is rose. I'm looking for a compromise. 89 followers / 3.6k words
the beginning ... is the end of something the end ... is the beginning of something a thin line painted by our mind between fear and hope nothing is defined a confused beginning of an endless end shaded shadows of the same moon
when the heart decides to speak it yells out and the truth lights the sky when your heart decides to speak it scares it can hurt just another heart can answer and the truth will be light or dark the time of truth changes all things
the only way to survive it's letting you go let you go it's like dying denying the thought of you it's like living in the dark I’ll become blind I’ll become dry but I'll be alive ... will I ?