Sometimes not talking is effortless, and other times it’s more exhausting than lifting pianos.
A Fraction of the WholeAchilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.
The Song of AchillesMaking love is not my strength. Also, lifting weights is not my strength.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeI can look beyond the clouds to feel your love the sun will rise again to end the darkness
Lifting My Hands to Heaven