Continue to your download.
Start Interactive Ad Now
Thanks for watching.
Story Chapter One...The Scandalous Misadventures of Ivy Harrington and Lily BlakewoodChapter OneThe coach turned the corner and pulled up to the four storey town house my family occupied in London, and Mother gave me her signature perturbed sigh, followed by a glare, and if this weren't such a recurring means of conversation between the two of us, I would have been worried. I swear that woman could give the Judge a run for his money, and I should know he was my father. In return, I gave her my best cocky grin, feigning innocence when she glared even more and gave another of her signature behaviours. Lectures."This isn't funny Ivy! Abandoning your Governess? Borrowing my sedan chair without permission? Wandering about the town without supervision? Going to boxing matches and bull baiting? Socialising with unattached wayward men? Imagine if someone we knew saw you! It could ruin your prospects and your reputation. And not just you, it would reflect badly on all of
LyricsExploring every fibre and reason and thought so I see what I have before me. And I smile.So almost tangible. So almost real that even if I cant feel it in my hands I can in my heart. Because words do nothing. They are nothing in this world without the meaning behind them.A song is a poet's playground with the music on full blast.A paint ball gun aimed at a canvas and a drum beat in sync.A tear drop in a photograph.Sometimes with words that explain my soul in a lyric. And sometimes by missing every point I could ever make, but doing it so sweetly, so passionately, so vibrantly that I revel in the love that wasn't mine. Light up at the smile I never witnessed. Or understand the pain of a stranger. These are the notes that send me to sleep.These are the melodies that make me cry my heart out for just a second.These are the beats that bring me back to the best and the worst and every thing in between.Its as free as anything else can be
The Art of Forgiveness The Art of Forgiveness...Forgiving someone.Its easy. Isn't it?Because anger is like an earthquake. It's loud and terrifying and can shake everything out from underneath you. Break things. Take things from you.And before you can act or think or even blink it's too late. It's happening. It's happened. And now it's just about picking up the pieces.Which is easy.Isn't it?When you're sorry you mean it. It's being sorry for the way things turned out. For the way things passed. For the way they started.If you had the chance again, you'd do something different. Maybe everything different. Your choice.And when you forgive someone you mean it. Not more. Not less. Just