A word to the wise there's fire in her eyes, a burning in her heart she was trouble from the start. She longs for sweet revenge to quench her bloodthirst, she's got a score to settle
Tiny, microscopic things, carry heat, light and many other sources of energy, in fact every source of energy, without particles there is nothing no me, no you and none of the things
I love it when we talk all night about the most random things, i love it when i see your face and i watch a smile strech across your lips, I love it when you read to me,
Flowers in full bloom talking beneth the moon, secrets shared and people paired, walks along the beach shared feelings in speach, no tears cried no lost pride, days spent together
Whats the point in doing something half hearted, to do something but not give your absoulute best, to write with out paper or to sing without words, give you all in everything you do