Maybe I was drunk on your laugh, glitter still stuck in your beard.
I always wanted to turn the lens back on you. Say "This is how you look at me; this is how I want to look at you."
Everything I did with you felt like art, and it was.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Maybe I was drunk on your laugh, glitter still stuck in your beard.
I always wanted to turn the lens back on you. Say "This is how you look at me; this is how I want to look at you."
Everything I did with you felt like art, and it was.
