Refractions of reality that hearts may be on display, and we all, to put it simply, might know what's in a name...
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.
I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave
When you wear your heart on your sleeve You build your walls paper thin I swear that doesn't make you weak Vulnerable is a heavy weight to begin So why would you layer façade Made of wood, gasoline, and gin Someone will come to maraud You'll be burned down by the arson So come... Continue Reading →