18 october 2015
Our love was the flicker in a tealight candle, every spark mimics the way our passion came and went, but you chose to blow out the candle and you left me inhaling ashes and drowning in hot wax.
18 october 2015
Our love was the flicker in a tealight candle, every spark mimics the way our passion came and went, but you chose to blow out the candle and you left me inhaling ashes and drowning in hot wax.