Promises Are Lies Wrapped In Pretty Ribbons

I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who Always Believed She'd Have A Man To Take Care Of Her.

Perhaps Lovers Aren't Supposed To Look Down At The Ground. That Kind Of Story Is Told In Symbols-and Earth Represents Reality, And Reality Represents Frustrations, Chance Illnesses, Death, Murder, And All Kinds Of Other Tragedies. Lovers Are Meant To Look Up At The Sky, For Up There No Beautiful Illusions Can Be Trampled Upon.

Tragedy Had Sent Me Headlong Into Reality. All The Things I Had Seen Before Now Looked Different, Even Nature.

Perhaps Lovers Aren't Supposed To Look Down At The Ground. That Kind Of Story Is Told In Symbols-and Earth Represents Reality, And Reality Represents Frustrations, Chance Illnesses, Death, Murder, And All Kinds Of Other Tragedies. Lovers Are Meant To Look Up At The Sky, For Up There No Beautiful Illusions Can Be Trampled Upon.

Love, How Often That Word Came Up In Books Over And Over Again. If You Had Wealth And Health, And Beauty And Talent...you Had Nothing If You Didn't Have Love. Love Changed All That Was Ordinary Into Something Giddy, Powerful, Drunken, Enchanted.