Dec 2018
And my lips were now
fire
When I touched him
my hands
were the stars and he
was the sky
And what used to be the ceiling
was the clouds
I
was
Flying
fire
When I touched him
my hands
were the stars and he
was the sky
And what used to be the ceiling
was the clouds
I
was
Flying
I am learning to love myself by loving the way he looks at me
