A little about the person known as Tis Dejavu

I am your poison, your addiction; keep me by your side and you'll be safe; leave me and surely i will die.


"I amar prestar aen. Han mathon ne nen. Han mathon ne chae. A han noston ne 'wilith. "

When i hear your voice my heart quivers weakly like a blossoming movement of butterflies, i reach out to you knowing ill always have someones shoulder to lay on, before we met i always wore a fake smile, but now they are as real as you and i, Oh wont you be mine?

-Anonymous ;o