Take me away.
Take me to the place where shooting stars go once they've made their grand appearance in the night sky.
Take me to the end of a vibrant rainbow and we'll discover the only treasure that lies there is the way we think about each other.
Take me to the place where the sun kisses the earth after a long summers day when the air smells sweet and the breeze is easy.
Take me to the most impossible place you can.
Take me to your arms.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Take me away.
Take me to the place where shooting stars go once they've made their grand appearance in the night sky.
Take me to the end of a vibrant rainbow and we'll discover the only treasure that lies there is the way we think about each other.
Take me to the place where the sun kisses the earth after a long summers day when the air smells sweet and the breeze is easy.
Take me to the most impossible place you can.
Take me to your arms.
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