All There Is A Song by Gregory Alan Isakov And I lied to you when I knocked upon your door. See, I was nowhere near your neighborhood. lovemelancholy
Epitaph to a Dog A Poem by Lord Byron Show image 0 Show image 1 Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn, Pass on, it honours none you wish to mourn. To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; I never knew but one — and here he lies. deathfriendship