all the world's a stage
c’mon girl, fake a smile. after all, all the world’s a stage and the audience is just dying to see your performance. what impression will you leave them with? how do you want to be remembered? because even if it is nothing more than an act, we are all longing for that- one, illustrious, standing ovation.
standing face to face cheek to cheek lips to lips at gun point and we still wont surrender live fast with blood all too naive
my feet on the windowsill leaning forward back, hunched over completely unaware of anything but your voice as it echoes through the speakerphone. And all the things, all of the nuisances, that once caused for annoyance; fade away. Like the wrinkles in the sheets, like the fingerprints on the glass, like the pillows out of place.
Give me the faults in which you are ashamed. Give me the accusations in which you are regretful to admit to. Give me the stories in which you do not want to acclaim. Give me the chaos that is your each and every day.
it's never the end with us
And as the sun is rising we’ll say our final goodbyes or hellos, who knows, perhaps we’ll learn to compromise for our sake, for our hearts, for the enchantment that thrills us all, please be real this once.