Specially for you, green-eyed cat.
It weren’t your eyes that caught me. It was your smile. And your soul.
I wish I were more like you. I wish I was able to kiss you everyday. I wish you would understand that my silence it’s my way of saying “I have so much to tell you but I’m afraid of your reaction”.
I want to remember you forever. Like you said “In another life we’ll be together”.
I met a soul, once. I couldn’t stop staring at that soul. But, sometimes, you just have to give up. It isn’t for you. It’s not your choice. You have to make that choice. I made the choice. I’m giving up.
destiny, faith, whatever. Not for me.
I love my wings. I wish I had wings.
I’d love to be a winged-punk gothic girl :p