rose

this could either break my heart, or bring it back to life 

you’re friendly, i’ll give you that 

clean slate & the reaper 

i miss your laugh on days like these

i just hate the way you're looking at me lately 

but loving him was red 
          burning red 

these are the hands of fate, you’re my achilles heel 
          this is the golden age of something good 
          and right and real

love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right 

siempre swiftie nunca inswiftie