Apr 2017
Breathe;
I know there was a time when you thought,
you would burn bright like the shooting- stars with me;
Does it make you breathless,
How we became,
Candles throbbing with a steady flame.
I know there was a time when you thought,
you would burn bright like the shooting- stars with me;
Does it make you breathless,
How we became,
Candles throbbing with a steady flame.
