The quality our love is no longer HD
It feels as if my bare soul has been exposed to the world. Humanity is quietly laughing at me; taunting me because I failed to see what the world was blatantly trying to show me, but babe you started a fire in my heart and you didn't even have the courtesy to leave an extinguisher and now I fall asleep in a bed of ashes.
Our love is November. You can see our beautiful leaves start to fall off the trees as they slowly lose their colour.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
The quality our love is no longer HD
It feels as if my bare soul has been exposed to the world. Humanity is quietly laughing at me; taunting me because I failed to see what the world was blatantly trying to show me, but babe you started a fire in my heart and you didn't even have the courtesy to leave an extinguisher and now I fall asleep in a bed of ashes.
Our love is November. You can see our beautiful leaves start to fall off the trees as they slowly lose their colour.
