Let the devil catch you but by a single hair, and you are his forever
Love is physical. But, sex is not love. Do magic, enter her heart without even touching her.
You can never change the past nor control the future, but u can change the mood of the day by touching someones heart with your smile.
I miss you when something good happens, because your the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because your the one that understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lay awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.
You are the one I want and what I want is so unreal.
That moment when you hear a song and EVERY word describes your situation perfectly.
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
Where words fail, music speaks.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
You're dead if you aim only for kids. Adults are only kids grown up, anyway.
A picture is a poem without words.
You can never change the past nor control the future, but u can change the mood of the day by touching someones heart with your smile.
I miss you when something good happens, because your the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because your the one that understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lay awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.
You are the one I want and what I want is so unreal.
That moment when you hear a song and EVERY word describes your situation perfectly.
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
Where words fail, music speaks.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
You're dead if you aim only for kids. Adults are only kids grown up, anyway.
A picture is a poem without words.
