I hate to kill you, I'd hate to die, you seem a decent fellow as well
i want to run away, To stay, And I can't find the way, No method in my mind To leave this behind, The traps that I find I want to go home Too tired to roam I left a feeling alone And never touched it, But now It's reaching me, It's begging and beseeching me… Continue reading A Miss Before Flying
There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.
He took the microphone and walked to the center of the dance floor with her, as everyone pushed back. She clutched her dress nervously, never liking the spotlight. The music started, and she smiled like the sun breaking through clouds. 'Butterfly' had long been one of 'their' songs, he would sing to her in front… Continue reading Anniversary