The Way I Feel About You Doesn’t Make Any Sense
Paper seems like a disservice to you. It doesn’t account for the way that you glow, the way I seem to be able to turn every single dark light inside of you into something that sparkles.
Paper seems like a disservice to you. It doesn’t account for the way that you glow, the way I seem to be able to turn every single dark light inside of you into something that sparkles.