Do you still love her?
She's waiting for someone's love?
Never!! Her love is different
Like a lonely cactus in the desert
The thorns pierced..blood
Yes, blood is love..Her blood is love
Her love is different
Standing beside the snowy window
Hugging herself with an old book
"Love" the puzzling drama
None couldn't understand
The people pretend they got it
Were brilliant actors
Sorry She could find the truth
People love colors..they say "I love you"
Empty words from deserted people
Broken up!!Never..Love is not for lovers.
When are you in love
Everything is wrapped in love!!!
She's waiting for eternel love
"Something" that never compells..
"Someone" who kisses on forehead
When she get mad out of reading
"Some space" allows her to utter feelings
Her definition for love is different
Love is fat and thin, ugly and charming
It's dry and puffy
She waited at the snowy window..
Not waiting..Her love
Is now rolling down on the window..