I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.
Is it a sin, is it a crime Loving you, dear, like I do? If it’s a crime,...
Have you seen me cry? Tears like diamonds.– Passion Pit
The tree sat lopsided on the left side of the garden. It looked defeated and ashamed; as if it had committed some awful sin and been struck from the heavens above. Her long, delicate branches loomed over her body; the ends lay over-stretched on the unkempt grass as if reaching for help. The memory of the tree is one I often remember. It was magical stories of fairies, nymphs and the human emotions...
I cling to them, but like all things, they fade– A Single Man