Her soul belongs to the city Where kids don’t get oldAnd flowers never die.Where hearts are never sold And women no longer cry.A place that never existed; is where she belongs.Forever lost;The woman who has a colorful mind; for she will always choose to fall in love with whatShe may never find …

Angels keep weeping in her soul;For the way they couldn’t save her from herself nor the devilish things she does unwillingly love…

Angels keep weeping in her soul, for the way they couldn’t save her from herself and those devilish things she does unwillingly love…

She was a good person with a bad mouth,She has spent her life hiding behind the blades she grew on the tip ofHer tongue,Some called her bitch, while others took many steps away from her madness.But rare and few are those who could always find a way to see how genuine her heart is andHow pure her soul is.It only took one look through her eyes to see how such eyes could never lie,Never fake,And never pretend ….

As disappointed as an empty diaryForgotten LonelyAnd this whole damn world has nothing new to tell me …

She has always been admired by the sun; For the way she rises each time after she falls.But the way she sparkles and glows whenever she talks about the things she adores ; makes the moon and stars watch in envy…

Her pride is bigger than your ego,Sharper than your ugly words And it has always been there for her to walk as a queen;No matter what her pretty eyes have ever seen …

One day He’ll comeThe one who knows what it means To be in love with a complete messAnd stillHe’ll choose to love you in all the right Ways,The one who’ll make you believe in love Again,He will come And you won’t be even able to resist it …