June 2010
4 posts
Stolen
We watch the season pull up its own stakes And catch the last weekend of the last week Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced, Another sun soaked season fades away You have stolen my heart…
Invitation only, grand farewells Crash the best one, of the best ones Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight
You have stolen my heart…
And from the ballroom floor we...
The perfect soundtrack for Sunday brunch and a...
“I’d rather be Perfectly Lonely than Dreaming With A Broken Heart.”
– Me 