Life Motivation #2

The cold of the night is getting tense and the rain is raining when it subsides, the desire to scream, the desire to struggle in my soul. The steps of the heart seem to be imprinted with the patter of tears like a jasmine flower with a wilted and dried up drooping in a vase of love.
Gray March into blue memories of my diary that reads in tears, love of soul models
disappear somewhere to bring a thread of lies that leaves an echo of love love as if sowing likes to reap grief. Grief in love without you, the dark world feels and without you, my life is empty and empty of the eyes of my heart and love all my soul
I have offered to you
Let the moon star love, which is the eternal witness of all dreams and dreams