19, I AM London. Travelling musician and fiction writer. Don't give up - Practice flying!
Scars are like the bullet points of our lives My niece kept asking me about all my scars and it took me a while to explain the stories behind them. Scars are like the bullet points of our lives.
Ill never fade away Ill never fade away Ill never fade away
She End She was dying in the Month of songs Struck by a disease from the east A terrible kiss on her distant lips
She 3 She was wed in the month of clans To her sailor cousin from Cullero A shrill bird, drilling at my chest
She 2 She was smiling in the Month of rain Eating figs straight from the tree A dream of sailing around the isles
