How do I find you?
You are nowhere to see.
I am not liking the fact of being invisible and taking even my existence and hope of seeing you every day. Why to flee from the things that should not matter to you now.
I know, winter’s make you more cozy than my words, I am always harsh to your mind and heart. They say I am a playgirl of the eastern world. I believe in them, I am this weak to be. Maybe I was.
I always standby to see if my standing sore the feet of any trespasser,and when I do see the concern I am the foam on the sandpit. Maybe I am this playgirl to be soft. Maybe I am this innocent to be loved. Maybe I am for you I am a playgirl.