cant sleep reading”matiere a penser”
To sleep i go
ever cross path with someone ,you like danm,such beauty,such grace,all of sudden you become a poet ,a songwriter ,thinking of all the beautiful things in the world and word and still cant find nothing that can compare to her beauty,she has beautiful as… and nothing came to mind because she is a class of her own,like she the epitome of the word beauty,so in the end you just call her beauty itself.
