The seductive ghost at the wheel of my fire bursting finger tips still an old silvery soul ricketing the shutters delicatly. your lauph bursting across our living room like tiny bubbles, little birds flapping their pink feet above magnolias. What a whisp of beauty it is to still know how much we care for eachother.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
The seductive ghost at the wheel of my fire bursting finger tips still an old silvery soul ricketing the shutters delicatly. your lauph bursting across our living room like tiny bubbles, little birds flapping their pink feet above magnolias. What a whisp of beauty it is to still know how much we care for eachother.
