Walking On A Dream

12th April 2009

Pink yellow. Frosted lemonade. Walking on a dream. Holding.

Don’t you ever feel the need to cry to yourself? Do you enjoy meeting people, or staying with your friends? Do you walk alone? Or do you hold my hand? I bear for you to keep me here. I can be your shoulder to cry on, I can be your love. Can you promise to me, to write every day like I’ll write to you? I’d be nothing without you.