The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.
When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.
Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.
A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.
It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.
Itโs funny how the good things are all tied up with the bad. Sometimes itโs hard to tell which is which. But either way, you end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.