Roses drawn on hands, on arms, and on cuffs of jeans. Stars encircle wrists, like constellations. Little quotes and lovers' names. Small remembrances and inside jokes galore. Vines, plant and meme alike. But little drawn roses are my favorite.
little lights inside your eyes pretty stars in a midnight sky holding hands fingers entwined i've got you nothing else i need to find running in the dark away from it all the sky is vast with a love so tall it held on tight to the pretty lights the ones called stars i want you to hold me close in a world that's ours dark as twilight black velvet kiss you're made of shooting stars but you're my only wish