I don't have to think about anything in particular when I write about you, I guess flattering you with words is an instinct
Like the leaves falling in autumn, my hand flows naturally while capturing photos of you in sentences.
Like a Christian mom prays for her children every night, and see the blessings the next day, you presence does the same without the help of a higher power
and it feels like you're the only sense I have.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
I don't have to think about anything in particular when I write about you, I guess flattering you with words is an instinct
Like the leaves falling in autumn, my hand flows naturally while capturing photos of you in sentences.
Like a Christian mom prays for her children every night, and see the blessings the next day, you presence does the same without the help of a higher power
and it feels like you're the only sense I have.
there's 21 minutes left of class.
