2nd through 11th
Look up. There’s a portrait of you among the clouds. The song of your heart is written on the skyline. …
Look up. There’s a portrait of you among the clouds. The song of your heart is written on the skyline. …
You are like perfume to my days, your presence diffusing from its high-concentration source to grace the farthest corners of …
Let’s pretend that you’re as smitten about me as I am about you. Pretend that when you walk into the …
I’m afraid to ask the people who would know the answer, afraid to let them know I love the way …
The sun has fully risen the cup is empty there’s nothing but dead silence on the other end of the …
I admit I’d been too scared to finally tell myself that all my years of wandering culminate in this point …