True love doesn’t have a happy ending;
true love doesn’t have an ending.
The heart is still a redwing. …
No I don’t mean that it’s so easy;
I don’t mean that it’s so small;
but the world below is not so mean
that it can make us fall.
“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map