It's a

crying shame that such a dear wingmaker chose to love a silly promisebreaker. The secretkeeper thinks his are not worth speaking. The truthseeker agrees that they have little worth reaping. Ask the rosereaper, and she'll nod at novelty seeking; nothing keeping. And the butterflyspeaker refuses to persuade Dream, or bring him any amount of afternoon ice cream.

Soon, friend, you will spin the most perfectly timed wings that will loop roots onto heartstrings..wings that will find the shirtholes they need to stay; wings that are enough to fly you both out of here.

"If the right girl comes at the wrong time, she's still the wrong girl"

But people who leave things up to Fate bank on very little more than a little girl spinning together coincidence and dumb luck. Although there is some truth to Time..and Change and Distance. Time, Change and Distance, antagonized by Patience, Truth and Trust..bowled over by Love.

Love, and chick lit shit. Despite barriers and doubts, questions, pasts..beyond and about. *Dies* of too many songs.

I wish we could go back, to the beginnning.
Coz there's something missing from your eyes.
We lost a lifetime when I disappeared
now I am coming back to you.
I wish I could fly, I know I can save us somehow.
You thought you were safe and sound,
but you need a hero now.
You gotta believe; even with broken wings,
I'll come to your rescue and you can rescue me.

My hand, in yours, would hold a single midnight wish. Our lips would reveal one secret..a secret locked and withheld in our souls, til 12:01 slipped onto our wrists and wrote Tomorrows across our skin.. Let's not play with seconds, like this..let's not toss and turn, wondering. Ah, the royal pluralization, just maybe..I hope to be proven of otherwise.

When did I lose you?
I need you to pull through
the weight of the world never felt so alive.

*The Rescue-American Hi-Fi
| {5:00 PM}