Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars - points of light and reason. .... And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly, everything was on fire; there was brilliance, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore, and there was no reason for anything.
I don't care.
She's beautiful but she'll never admit it.
Music is her life, literally.
Ask for a good song, she'll give you five.
Jeans and wearing her hair down are her trademarks.
She's afraid of the dark and obsessed with her friends.
When she smiles her whole face lights up.
And her heart is broken by a guy who doesn't love her.
And you know what? She doesn't care.
Music is her life, literally.
Ask for a good song, she'll give you five.
Jeans and wearing her hair down are her trademarks.
She's afraid of the dark and obsessed with her friends.
When she smiles her whole face lights up.
And her heart is broken by a guy who doesn't love her.
And you know what? She doesn't care.
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