That’s what colors are for: so we can see the differences, and care about them.
To know you means a lot of things: lot of love, lot of dreams.
...
To explain you means my heart in show.
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map