Weed کے بول

All of that which could hurt ya in all of the world could never harm you in my arms my love, My girl. Although I know it's a hopeless, unreasonable dream, could you check and see if you feel what I mean. Are you there? Are you sleeping? I'm curious as to what you're needing. Experience? Otherworldly feeling? An active life at the cost of being? A lonely god recognizing meaning would surely pass us up while weeding through this mind of us. Be true to thy self. I am but a weed in this garden. Insignificant just like all of us, ain't no flower. But I believe that we got the hour. Put into words how you're meaning, an act of god or a tree for leaning. So join the party, don't be reluctant, it's already started just feel it fluctuate