Deep inside
To the lost soul that is holding her tears
to the passionate heart that holds her fears
to her sparkling eyes bright with fire
To her darkness to which I aspire
To her wild imagination
To her love for creation
To the soul that is living but not alive
Not knowing what lays ahead in the dark woods
she's falling apart and she's well aware
holding herself together before her imminent despair
Cold hands - Warm heart
the darkness feeds but my light is bright
Words by me and Mehdi Ferras -IG-
Pictures by Ilyaliss -IG-
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