Some people never say the words โI love youโ, for like a child theyโre longing to be told.
Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.
I don't like fashion. It's very heartless.
Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
I see a correlation between short stories and songs, because of their length and for what they're meant to evoke. Combine certain words with melodies and it all becomes very moving.