Cause baby We’re like the rain Slowing down In the winter We take our Breath of relief But darling now We’re falling faster Scared our hearts will break So we love from far away Hands are cold, but the skies are gold And the clouds are grey Cause baby We’re like the rain
We must love one another or die.
Yes. Yes, a rose is what they call me. A picture of pretty Everlasting for eternity. But if I let go of myself, Would you still pick me? Chasing fire to look fire, I’ve worked too hard To be the object of your desire. Watch me strip myself Of my fake sparkle. Who, then, WouldContinue reading “rose”