This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
A Hopeful Breath
Just For Me
How is it that my eyes close and open without me That I do not die in the in-between Mayhaps I do when I forget to see If I can't see life then it must cease I must be blind to the air I breathe A sign that there's a brighter green That's born from gray and... Continue Reading →
December Rose 