Sticks and stones
may break my bones...
If you will be my eyes, I will be you tears
Warming your cheeks, calming your fears...
YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HOLDS ME TIGHT
WHEN IM FEELING DOWN...
Holding on to a thread
Of which we weaved our love...
Whatever I thought was there
Is now too hard to see...
You always play
from the sidelines...
I'll wear this round my neck because
you gave it to me...
She falls
and she breaks...
Lights turned down low, candles are lit,
casting flickering shadows upon the wall...
I heard that you're a heartbreaker.
Is it true...
Love
Actual...
In response to Shelley's, "Music, When Soft...
Voices quieted, music no longer heard...