I am in love with a rose, but I am nothing but a dandelion.
I wanna be free. I wanna be fixed. I want the whole world to just make sense. Cause here in my head, its all still alive. So why did you let what we had die?
"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that."