issatrashqueen

Revamping and reopening aesthetics ☕️

issatrashqueen

"At night when the lake is a mirror
          
          And the moon rides the waves to the shore
          
          A single soul sets his voice singing
          
          Content to be slightly forlorn
          
          A song rises over the lilies (Waa-ooh waa-ooh)
          
          Sweeps high to clear over the reeds
          
          And over the bulrushes' swaying
          
          To pluck at a pair of heartstrings
          
          Two voices, now they are singing
          
          Then ten, as the melody soars
          
          Round the shimmering pond all are joining in song
          
          As it carries their reverie on
          
          Over the treetops and mountains
          
          Over the blackened ravines
          
          Then softly it falls by a house near a stream
          
          And over the garden wall
          
          To thee."

issatrashqueen

If we were nothing, would I stare up to the sky, watching time as it flew by, as I remember what was mine 
          Cause now we’re nothing, and I love so much it hurts, just a face drawn in the dirt, bits of sand stuck to my shirt 
          Now there’s really nothing left