But eyes that cannot see yours
and hands that cannot feel your warmth
my love, I would rather whither with the wind.
I would rather walk backwards to get closer
I would rather go back to the stars, come back
and start anew, just to return once more to you.
There's a sad song in my eyes,
the melody of what could have been
the notes I'm eager to learn
just to hear you sing again
but the thing is you see
I'd rather feel you in these strings I caress
than stringing myself along believing
that somewhere out there there's
a song meant for us to play.
me on his
on his best
he couldnt even
To C. Always, R.
I was an infant soul.
He came to me in my dreams
as a lullaby only I could sing.
And he watched as I swiftly
rocked myself into a romance
only him and I could sway to.
But it was my fault
thinking we could build statues out of dust
we dissolved with the wind
and when autumn came
we became ruins inhabited by
the memories of May.
I am not paradise.
I am a broken angel.
A featherless pair of wings
and a burnt out halo
this is what you'll get
I am not perfect but I am good and I promise I am worth it..
to all the
Why do we always love what we can’t have?... #D