Sitting there under starry sky
The smell of burnt marshmallows
The crackling of fire
The laughter and chatter
The sound of bottles clinking
The feeling of being young forever
What a sight to behold
A picture worth keeping
And then there's you
Hair messy, glasses askew
But still breathtaking
And then I was confused
On which view was more beautiful
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
Sitting there under starry sky
The smell of burnt marshmallows
The crackling of fire
The laughter and chatter
The sound of bottles clinking
The feeling of being young forever
What a sight to behold
A picture worth keeping
And then there's you
Hair messy, glasses askew
But still breathtaking
And then I was confused
On which view was more beautiful
