What's wrong little girl?
Did someone bruise your mouth?
With kisses too difficult, too tender
Stole your breath away
With sighs drowned under
Pretty girl, cold and shaking
You know it well
It was time for your awakening
It was a course set from the start
Pretty girl with the heartless heart
You make locks and keys
Opening and closing
My poor pretty girl
I look in your eyes
with pools of sadness
you can't disguise
Come to my embrace little child
For I am misery so cold and warm
I'll hold you against your heart's storm
My poor pretty girl
with the heartless heart...
About Me
- Reham
- I’m a wanderer with a focus on loving life and living love. This blog encompasses my move through several cities in this broad world and the thoughts that have evolved with each of those geographic locations. I write down my meaningless materialistic wishes and my epiphanies as they come; and I hope that years from now I will be able to read my blog in its entirety and feel humor towards my hardship and a sweet nostalgia towards my past’s laughter.
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