The kind of connection where things are not perfect but when you kiss its
like that feeling on Christmas
morning
The kind of connection
where he may not be beautiful but
you could swear that his eyes are
made from the dust of a falling star.
The kind of connection where he's the flame in the fire of every
birthday candle you ever wished on
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
The kind of connection where things are not perfect but when you kiss its
like that feeling on Christmas
morning
The kind of connection
where he may not be beautiful but
you could swear that his eyes are
made from the dust of a falling star.
The kind of connection where he's the flame in the fire of every
birthday candle you ever wished on
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