Thursday, May 8

paige


You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that,
and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy
but tell me
you love this, tell me you're not miserable.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Aye, How blurred beauty can be unless one knows exactly what they should be searching for to make them feel home. When dark clouds encircle us where will we be? It wont matter. Cause its you and me against the world.