Xanadu
 

She sat in the backseat of the car staring out the sunroof. Between mumbles, she finds “moon,” gently. Moon? Moon, she said moon! She...

How delicate were your curls Twisting like a whisper in the wind. How soft were your knees Never bruised or scraped with the scratch of...

I don't love the way we used to love anymore So i untwisted you from my blood red arteries, Disconnecting you from the intricate passage...

They say forgetting is like a white cloud. Your ideas and memories only hidden behind it. They say forgetting is like trying to read...