Your going to love me when you can't have me,
Sometimes I just want to sit outside with somebody & talk all night,
You are my safe place.
Let's watch the sunset ¢ talk about our dreams.
How would it feel,
I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?
the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep with the earth.
The journey of the sun and moon is predictable.
But yours, is your ultimate ART.