Tell me you’ve seen the world.Now, you’ve come back homeTell me you’ve carried me with you,That you’ve held me close.Tell me you’ve missed meOr that I’m not crazy for waiting causeOf all the butterflies that...
Life didn’t go how I had planned, but I couldn’t have planned a better life. Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking,...
Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days.
She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory–the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.
She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It’s the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think.
More than every once in awhile,More than most dreams,More than just my heart,More than anything,More than you know,And more than I can say,I’ve loved you moreEvery passing day
Desperation will drive you to do things you know will never make you whole again and even to lose the very thing you’re desperate for.
How does the story really go?Does she ever cross your mind?Does she ever steal your nights?Is she still a part of you?Do you ever wish she were still by your side?And what would you do?If...
The past is a very determined ghost, haunting every chance it gets.
I’ll love you until the last petal falls, Jules.
She always used to say that the past is a relentless parasite in its quest, feeding off of the senses, looking for anything that will trigger a memory–forever there to complicate the present, forever there...
Big events, small, mundane moments of the day–it doesn’t matter; the past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it.
I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back.
Little girl, little boyIf love has a wayFill their fields with laughterAnd scatter the sun on their dayAnd if it should happen to rainMake their raindrops kissesStraight from heaven aboveThat touch their hands and facesAnd...
I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.
Because I seeA rainstorm in JuneJust before the sunThe black of nightJust before the starsAnd, girl, I see your ghostJust before our dawn
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