Therese Trinko:
Distant Dreamer
Therese Trinko:
Or maybe that's just me comparing my insides to everyone else's outsides
Therese Trinko:
Be soft.
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Your Heartbeat
Therese Trinko:
If people were rain, I was the drizzle and she was the hurricane.
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The Sweetest Sadness in Your Eyes
Therese Trinko:
Now I don't know how I should feel
Therese Trinko:
Oh, I bet music looks beautiful...
Therese Trinko:
You can't see when all your dreams are coming true
Therese Trinko:
At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.
Therese Trinko:
Thantophobia
Therese Trinko:
I know why the caged bird sings...
Therese Trinko:
I see the love there that's sleeping
Therese Trinko:
It's just the night talking