In the darkness of night,Demons strut, taunting, goading.In the light of day,Angels sing glorious songs.In the time in between,We live our lives alone and searching.And sometimes, softly,You understand damnation.All is forgotten, all is lost,All but...
Yes, Your Grace, I believe thatwas an affirmative answer.
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Nusu dakika baada ya kuondoa gari, Murphy aliona kiwiliwili cha mtu kikimwendea mbio kutokea katika nyumba ya magaidi! Hapohapo alisimamisha gari na kuacha taa zikiwaka, halafu akashika bunduki na kushuka – akiwa ameangalia mbele kwa...
I made out like a bandit. Not that I’ve ever made out with a bandit.
Will your dad freak if I kiss you good-bye?” he asked.
The late-night backyard encounter and kiss induced insomnia.
And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?