• Every girl wants to ride on the wings of love.... Like riding on a dove? Perhaps...
    But really nobody knows if a dove brings fame or despair
    Do we really know if white is pure....
    Or is it black that we forget about about like an old fishing lure...
    Light and Dark, which is really hope and which is evil...
    Really all of us are dreaming in medieval times...
    We think our prince will ride with us on his horse...
    But he then drops us in the mud, leaving us to think about how stupid we were and why reality hurts us so...
    Yet we still dream, and truly that's what hurts us most of all. The reason we dream...
    We dream because we understand reality will never be as sweet as our dreams.
    crying Katie