If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:
Monday, 22 March 2010
Something always brings me back to you.
Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long. No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone. You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.