17.03.2013, 17:59
Ten trapný pocit, když posloucháte písničku ze sluchátek a pak si uvědomíte, že si jí zpíváte nahlas 
♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥
♥Why would a rose grow where nopony can see
Like a rose without thorns is how i feel♥
♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥
How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon
