my surroundings fill the canvas i carry on my sleeve- a melted snowman,a broken step, a torn suit are all images we've come into contact with in our life. i abuse these like ammunition to rifle, fuel to vehicle and wings to soar. we are limitless and timeless in thought- write on
Wednesday 7 March 2012
this is a love song
This is a love song
This is a love song
This is a love song
This is a love song
But not the kind of love that strings you along
I’m talking about the kind of love that’s deep and long
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