With a grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.
The only thing that looks good on me is you.
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.
I'm standing on glass, hoping it breaks.
Loving
her was like shaking hands with the devil.
I wonder if it's possible to have love affair that lasts forever.
There are so many fragile things, after all.