To love a flower is the breaking of rules.                To break the rules ,well that i would do for you,dancing to clownfull tunes.

Rhythm of a bread crum,falling to the ground,a friend for just some,happy moments to remember,holding on to treasure,i need a friend like you forever.

Broken days are yet to come,but we must not forget the fun. I'm here to stay forever even if i'm far away. I'll resume my past just to learn something,and cripple  the present to give even a mountain.

Little steps too,always leaves an imprint,seconds we live by for everything. Frickle events we imagine,playing every moment over and over again. Skimp shapes painted as a picture, i lingered in fever.