What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
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.
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →