On Falling In Love As The Other Woman
In even my most shining of moments, when the moonlight catches my porcelain skin through a cloud of cigarette smoke and I feel drunk and beautiful and perfectly in love, I am still the other woman.
In even my most shining of moments, when the moonlight catches my porcelain skin through a cloud of cigarette smoke and I feel drunk and beautiful and perfectly in love, I am still the other woman.