And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.
He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.
The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.
A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.
I would like to work with Pat [ Leonard] in any capacity. I would love to hear his versions.
How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?