this one's for the somersaults.
can you taste the sincerity? blue eyed restless nights. sleeping, but really? dreaming. conjuring up the thought of purity once more.
I like this.
tender lipped sarcasm. (you're such a pretty thing when you're mad.)
seeing the beauty in all that surrounds you. reminding me this is real.
summertime only a picture book remembrance of the beginning where things were always how they seemed. give it time, she said.
and in turn, you will like it too.
I like this.
tender lipped sarcasm. (you're such a pretty thing when you're mad.)
seeing the beauty in all that surrounds you. reminding me this is real.
summertime only a picture book remembrance of the beginning where things were always how they seemed. give it time, she said.
and in turn, you will like it too.