"And perhaps that is what this – love and pain and heartache – is all about: learning to carry your own weight in this world when there’s no one else to do it for you."
honey, honey falling from your lips, lips that i want to kiss,
lips that i want to miss, miss, have you seen my heart? it’s a bit damaged, damaged art is still art, right? honey, honey falling from your eyes, eyes that see right through my piercing gaze, gaze at the stars long enough and you’ll go blind, i’d rather go blind and have you than to have sight and know nothing of you.
(Source: pianoetry)








