Without love, roses and daisies

We live ours tempo.
We offer shards of soul.
We Plainly love.
We hope in paradise.

We are drowning in memories,
we are Liyng to a mind
and sometimes we kiss.

...sometimes you Ill stroke.

Is desperately to walk alone.
Without love and guilt.
Without roses and daisies.
Pieces of heart.

Overflowing sand takes a tears
and
the rain a tracks.
Dreams are fantasy of mind
and
the days a superficiality of the surroundings.

We are drowning in memories,
we are Liyng to a mind
and sometimes we kiss.

...sometimes you Ill stroke.

...and sometimes you Ill stroke.
Sometimes you Ill stroke.

Is desperately to walk alone.
Without love and guilt.
Without roses and daisies.
Pieces of heart.

Lost was hope,
flared up dispute of soul.
Moon show a shadows.
Shadows of gestures faded,
which I stroke sometimes.

Dreams are fantasy of mind
and
the days a superficiality of the surroundings.