Empty Potential
If my lungs could be clouds, I’d fill them with rain. And if your lips were fire, I think I’d suffocate. But all we are is flesh and blood and bones and skin pulled tight over our pretty souls and … Continued
If my lungs could be clouds, I’d fill them with rain. And if your lips were fire, I think I’d suffocate. But all we are is flesh and blood and bones and skin pulled tight over our pretty souls and … Continued