herkimer heart chipping away and it leaves behind a diamond dust that can only stay A love that broke but never died see, beauty comes from inside
His love kept me alive It still lives in the ghosts in my spine His love kept me alive... And I still believe it can save. It can save.
beauty marks and a July 22nd long shimmery dress Love was magic then a mess I believed in him like snow and sun I wore his moonlit love around my neck like gold and then he was gone and then he was gone
our hikes beneath celestial trails Crystals you dropped in my hand.. told their own ancient fables and tales His once steady steps through forest light cast magic spells on me at night His love kept me alive... this i know
Love can make a wilted dead rose grow see, love is magic
We're all just torturing ourselves for greater social gratification. For people I do not know or even care about. Feeling worthless is a popular trend. And I am exhausted. I don't want to be social anymore.