janisvitti

“She made herself stronger by fighting with the wind.” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now

Pretty woman, won't you pardon me? Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see, pretty woman, that you look lovely as can be. Are you lonely just like me? Wow! Pretty woman, stop awhile. Pretty woman, talk awhile. Pretty woman, give your smile to me. Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah. Pretty woman, look my way. Pretty woman, say you'll stay with …

I’m a street light shining. I’m a white light blinding bright, burning off and on.