My Gateway

I sway with the tone, tears drip "pretty voice"



Refreshing chill from soft melodie, arm's show my comfort need



legs controlled by frantic electricity.



I see dread coverd by december crying hid by may.



Symphony of my love, my hate shadow glimpses everythings ok.



Feet jump around the spread of joy, captivating until the triumphant end.



Oh I love you picture artist soulful music you send.