Flying
"She smiledSo bright the sun was envious and I was blinded and lost in the darkest parts."
"The darkest parts of her hair, her mouth, her eyes. 'Would it be alright', I ask, 'if I told you our hearts disagree?'"
"She smiledSo bright the sun was envious and I was blinded and lost in the darkest parts."
"The darkest parts of her hair, her mouth, her eyes. 'Would it be alright', I ask, 'if I told you our hearts disagree?'"