“But how many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn, all the love I have is in my mind?” Los Angeles love-a-by (by me) We hold cards to our chest look up to find that lucky star seeing nothing in the light-polluted sky you tell me “I can see them” strung together and shimmering blue just another of those beautiful lies I so want to believe We are on borrowed time stuck somewhere between a you and a me wishing for a heart less traveled I tell you “I can hear them” melancholic melody from this city’s angels just a … Continue reading Happiness, more or less :: SOTD