Mostrando postagens de Outubro, 2018

She wears her tears on her blouse, confused and racked with self-doubt

Tell me, we both matter, don't we? You, it's you and me

I can so over-complicate, people tell me to medicate

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

I am nothing but oxygen and hydrogen, a luminous sphere of plasma held together by helium and gravity

(S)he who creates a poison, also has the cure

Blame it on the rain

Fallen leaves

Just one more level

Never-played symphonies

You shall not build a house again for me

Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn

I believe in going with the flow


"I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves..."

I've been down and lost for days, glad I found you on the way

The house of the rising sun

Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike

Friendship is the bestiest thing that comes to life

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened