Wide interests. Just out there seeking information about everything I can take in.
All I hear is Mr Grey well this is all I have to say. If Mr grey was Mr Red Then would he tie me to the bed. If Mr Grey was Mr white Could he get over such a sight.
So she walked that weary road again, kept looking both left and right. She knew it was here, it had to be, it was where they lay that night. He held her hand, spoke so gently,tenderly and kind.
On the Window I draw my heart, the place where you belong, I watch as it cries, it weeps for you and sings a mournful song. Tis many years since you sang for me and my smile shone in your eyes.
Today,as every other I wake thinking of you. The longing tears me apart. Silent moments through the day, You come to me, stabbing at my heart. I touch myself, on soft skin, bare.