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We all fall down, that much I know, But you speak of falling though I’ve never seen it. No, not once. I haven’t breat..

She says, ‘Hello London,’ And I fear she’s forgotten me, Pushed out of her mind, Like the magic that made Her ho..

My breath is heavy, Living amongst the dead. Her love might have saved me, It only came too late As my love came to him, Tr..

The question, long since asked, Resounds clearly in my mind. A doll I was to you, A hope you were to me. Graveyards never speak, ..

Let me run with you tonight I'll take you on a moonlight ride There's someone I used to see But she don't give a damn for me But let me..

or, "Our Memories."

It was the moments that meant the most to us that made us who we are. It was the unspoken words that should’ve been said th..

Sprouting from my feet are flowers, Growing from my hands are leaves; Reaching from my hair is laughter, Leaving from my lips i..

I am tired and asleep and I am wide awake with everything to do and nothing to get me through until tomorrow. I am falling and f..

it's that weird time of night when it's not today, but it's barely tomorrow. two years. would it really have been two years? no. no. yes. ..