domingo, 12 de agosto de 2012

-Open my to romance she wanted me to see she wanted me to escape she wanted me to leave this. 
The Poetry That She Breathed 

feel something midnight I'll meet you in paris somewhere in dreamland come to light that smile you're wearing  keeps me believing. keeps me alive we'll be the kings and queens  of our broken scene. I'll meet you in paris.

I'll meet you...