February 2012
15 posts
And I will always wonder, How it would be if we never had met, Life would be easier, But dull, I suspect, You’d ask me to keep it discreet, So I’ll sing a song of deceit, And I’d never claim you were mine, Just if we were words, We would rhyme, If we were words, We would rhyme.
“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what...”
– Epicurus (via musingsinfemininity)
