Is it my fault that I've locked my heart in a vault away from your hands? Or is it a crime that you've broken in and reached my heart? Your personality like molten gold filled in the crevices and hollowness that covered me. Are you a miracle? Are you a miracle? Are you what I've been praying for? Because the way you look at me makes me feel a thing or two and I would love to get to know you.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Is it my fault that I've locked my heart in a vault away from your hands? Or is it a crime that you've broken in and reached my heart? Your personality like molten gold filled in the crevices and hollowness that covered me. Are you a miracle? Are you a miracle? Are you what I've been praying for? Because the way you look at me makes me feel a thing or two and I would love to get to know you.