Friday, May 31, 2013
Will you still love me, when I'm no longer, young and beautiful?
--Vintage PhotoShoot In Honor of the Great Gatsby--
The sunlight drowned the tears of her yesterdays,
Inviting the freckles and smiles on her face to come out and play.
"We love watching flowers grow, but we often forget to do the same"; she said.
While the heartbeat of life left an imprint in the ink splattered on the pages of the books she read.