im not that kind of girl who enjoys the cover pages, neither do i'm a model or selfie queen, I'm always clumsy with posing, I've never craved to be in the focus, I've found comfort in the shadows, never following the trends, but I always listen to my heart, not so into social networking. Maybe i often appear as mysterious and reserved, but i like to keep my privacy away from curious ones, I hardly open my heart, i have my moments of oddiness.. sometimes too much turned to inner world. Yes im bookworm, usually dwelling amongst the words, in love with poesie and prose fragile dreaming soul. I often hide my emotions and i suffer in silence or I put them on the paper, trying to make of them poetic forms. Yes I'm fond of melancholy I find much more beauty in gloominess then joy. And just as lunar eclipse, I enjoy the nightfall more then the light, I feel so close with darker side of the moon.
To love you blindly Or to grief for you eternally? My beautiful enemy, You're my madness And despair! Should I take away Your precious life, Or to let you go Leaving me with no hope? My love seems tragically, Without a fight, You conquered my heart And threw it away In the prison of your disdain. To kill this love or to end this life? To torn out your cold heart, That already despised me Or to let you torture me Forever in my dreams.. For I'm already condemned To loneliness. I'm lost without you, Oh, queen of my desires! I'm warrior no more, But a mad desperate lover! Will you be finally mine Or I'll have to end this suffer?