How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to anotherHow I miss all our dreams and our goalsAnd how we've lost ourselves to find each otherSeems like a playful game of...
I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I...
(pl. ) of Sky
The love that I believe in is something that goes beyond the physical aspects of this world. The love that I believe is one that extends its energy and power through the beautiful souls that I encount...
The sky has a huge heart open for all clouds even on the gloomiest of days.
They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.
Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?
Sometimes it doesn't make sense- the short periods of time we get with the best moments and with people, or their outcomes from their choices.However, if we turn it over to the golden light that flies...
Show them how to fly and they will shine upon the clear blue skies, show them where to fly and they will fly upon the skies
What a selfish boy you are. You wished for the world but all you received were the skies.
If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.
Gray skies are just clouds passing over.
Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.