Though I am old with wandering, Though the hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands…

There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.

You question me, “can you ride anything?” Lord, do you mean like your mood swings? Invaders and traders with the best intentions may convince you to go. “they look like pirates from here” Boy, i’ve been one for years just keeping my head. And when i promised my hand you promised me back, Snow Cherries […]

I turned around before I could run, I found you already settled down in the back of my mind, And I know this is just a beautiful illusion, A case of the confusion between love and desire.