This is the story of my life. The story of a transient. Words are powerful. They can start a movement, or a revolution. These are my words.
Across this desert
Of muffled cries,
My beloved waits with Summer's eyes.
Her lips are the sweetest red wine,
And i am longing for drunkenness.
I promise as soon as we are reunited I will make you VERY drunk!!! That is a promise-Bookend