if we were car windows, we would be cloudy from hot sighs
if we were blades of grass, we would be covered in dew from cold sweats
if we were peaches, we would be bruised around the edges from sweet lips touch
and if we were stars, we would be bright in the dark from the masochistic grins we shared
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
if we were car windows, we would be cloudy from hot sighs
if we were blades of grass, we would be covered in dew from cold sweats
if we were peaches, we would be bruised around the edges from sweet lips touch
and if we were stars, we would be bright in the dark from the masochistic grins we shared
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