Life is a lot like a symphony. Some parts of it are really hard to play, others quite easy, and some parts that are slow. Sometimes you get tired of writing your symphony, and you just want to end it....
His lips carefully brushed against mine, so slow... so gentle... so plush. There were no sparks, as they describe it in poems. No fireworks or explosions. It was a soft ballad. An intricately composed...
Life is a lot like a symphony. Some parts of it are really hard to play, others quite easy, and some parts that are slow. Sometimes you get tired of writing your symphony, and you just want to end it....
His lips carefully brushed against mine, so slow... so gentle... so plush. There were no sparks, as they describe it in poems. No fireworks or explosions. It was a soft ballad. An intricately composed...