I heard your voice tonight.
I tried not to pry even though I, even
though I, need to know I, even though I, need to know I just cant ask you tonight.
Even though I'm far from alone, my mind is tortured by envy. I want to be one of those leading ladies with romantic adventures and fantasy endings in all my favorite books.
So you're my Mr. Darcy. Can we please skip to the ending? As long as my hand remains empty, my head is heavy, but I can see clearly.
And just like autumns the finest of seasons. So easily I'm intoxicated by red and orange leaves, just before they fall and fade to brown.