Where Are You?
Where are you, Hollywood fashioned and debonair, hallowed by the captivating sun that cannot rival your aesthetic brilliance and envies …
Where are you, Hollywood fashioned and debonair, hallowed by the captivating sun that cannot rival your aesthetic brilliance and envies …
The moon is always jealous of the glowing translucency of day just as the sun always longs for something dark …
There are some truths that don’t take breaks, sitting awake vigilant by the bedside of romance, keeping its fever in …
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 …