I can’t sleep until I’ve come here and knocked on this door to try and wake you into existence. We
The pleasure comes from the source. I don’t mind waiting on a certain kind of girl. She turns, her smile
When colors fade from old photographs life’s timeline is hard to ignore. Maybe memories work the same, with time against
I can’t quite express with all due respect this feeling I get when I crawl inside and begin to write.
There aren’t many people who could match my intensity, it’s been easy loving you. A better part of me fell
Getting to the stairwell the rain threatens to strike us all, even if it hasn’t actually touched us yet we’re
Beneath a night of mostly cold skies, I turned to face the girl and gave the look. She knew exactly