sometimes perfection comes in a song you never thought you would hear from someone who does not have eyes yet gave you a vision no one else could have

sometimes perfection comes in a song you never thought you would hear from someone who does not have eyes yet gave you a vision no one else could have
When I was a little girl I used to think all men who were in love were astronauts for all love songs were about bringing the moon and stars for their dearly beloved Metaphors… making […]
Maybe he will taste more of smoke and less of me when he will kiss my lips Maybe he will realise I am made up of ashes That I am fragile I may break down […]