“You know what? I wished for you too.”
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
You won’t find it in her weakness; you’ll find it in yourself.
Climb cautiously—but don’t do it for me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map