i used to kiss the moon, kiss the moon... and it used to kiss me back, kiss me back... humming to me softly, softly so i can never forget.
The progressive wide eyes I felt transpiring within me seemed to guide orchestrated life lessons, prompting me to learn the true meaning of surrender.
How could they? How selfish? How ignorant for anyone to think they have the right to judge such tragedy and loss? How dare you?