I Cannot Believe Lies of Beauty In a Goth Girl Eyes

I am dreaming of a person that I will meet, one day, maybe on morning Wednesday before the afternoon, it is when I love to dream of him in the night sky, molly wonder if he will be in her arms one day, she hope, but she will see how he will come to her, on special days when ever the thought come around, he some how hear her voice because, while walking on the side walks * by herself, there are regular sights, going past her eyes, minding her own business, as molly is looking, at a rose bush outside, she see some thing in the drass she love it so much, there is a square sheet folded piece of paper, waiting for me with a rose in it, from the boy sure, I will sure meet not later or now, molly look forward to meeting him, very soon while walking on the green soft grass, the sun shine outside, she still think about the mirror, while walking to a mail box which, could have love letter's in it behind, and inside a heart, I could have waited for him, alone, along time time ago. . . but instead I, could not wait, when I finally opened the letter, he sent to me, molly was inside of house, during one day while smiling, at any thing she waited to be, he pull her over to the side, what ever she does it will not come late, as she was reading it, her dream man finally came to, her door step, love coming from him do not stop, ever, while talking to each other, writing to him back to back, Jack feed her nothing but love, and kisses, in each gothic journal it said's, what his personality want to express, it is coming from deep, within his heart, one journal said how, and what his, look look like, the last one said . . . , it is time to meet,. with his look traits for her interest, in him,. Never happened. he have light brown hair, green eyes, and he is white, and he is goth, like her, they are living happily ever, after, heart on heart, in love, an in the same eyes, behind today in a way,