I want my money back

Metaphor and Equator have nothing in common except for the ”or” in the end Being a coward and Being you has nothing in common except the fact that you both pretend

blind date

sometimes perfection comes in a song you never thought you would hear from someone who does not have eyes yet  gave you a vision no one else could have

The length that held the key

He said he fell in love with the curve on my lips If  he had looked long enough he would have seen a straight line He would die to make me his When the truth is I am not even mine  


I shall flaunt my flaws as flowers and if you can’t face it It’s not my fault