I’ve been plucked and laid across a world of saccharine beauty and cool intellect my feet don’t touch the ground here I miss the pretense of a better tomorrow and castles of music there’s no guarding the heart when the mind’s at play Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
