YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.:thumb136280267:
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my
This TearThis tear reminds everyone you existed.
master keyi come inside and it still smells of greece.:thumb176355173: :thumb125890346:
i wonder if there's still room for me.
i ask you why the sky is so cold
and wonder if you're ever coming home.
the days are blurring now, they're falling like the rain.
it's getting harder now to write the songs to say,
"you're the only one who knows how to ease my pain,"
and without you here, i fall again and again
and again and again and again and again...
how can you lock a door without its key?
how can there be a you without a me?
you know you are my master key.
i walk outside and it looks like a sunday.
the world is still and the sunlight fades from love to grey.
so much time we'
Winter's Kissi saw winter dancing:thumb194129077: :thumb136109716: :thumb175394460: :thumb188431749: :thumb175121373: :thumb41010230:
so i grabbed her
and pulled her in for a kiss.
with a sweet, slow
i swept her off
and carried her down to summer.
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