Broken teacups,
Melted candles,
Wild daisies.
Since you left I see traces of you everywhere,
Surreptitious I love you's.
I finally stumbled upon you in isle three of a restoration store yesterday.
Bali Bliss.
Funny, I had always pictured you more as a turbulent grey or sinful crimson, but it is just like you to hide in shades of blissful blues.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
Broken teacups,
Melted candles,
Wild daisies.
Since you left I see traces of you everywhere,
Surreptitious I love you's.
I finally stumbled upon you in isle three of a restoration store yesterday.
Bali Bliss.
Funny, I had always pictured you more as a turbulent grey or sinful crimson, but it is just like you to hide in shades of blissful blues.
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