the red rose; mello
sweet sixteen
romantic dreamer
bipolar
cynical
an oxymoron
loves witty people
song pusher and addict
in a nutshell, nothing but sarcasm and a little glitter
all this while i imagined that perhaps
someday i'd see you riding along the faint horizon
on a pearly white stallion, coming to take me away.
i imagined that perhaps you'd take me by the hand,
that perhaps together we'd ride to your castle far away,
that perhaps if i dreamed hard enough, it would all be.
sometimes even now when i close my eyes,
it's your face i see, that smile etched into my very being.
i could fool myself, but i guess it's always been you.
i didn't mean to dream of what cannot be.
i didn't mean to dream - at all.
all i wanted to do was chase the stars at night til dawn stole them away.
to ride away on a white horse, away from all of this.
to ride away to something better, some place happier. to ride away - with you.
