i listened to the beautiful cover above of so this is love from cinderella whilst writing this, it's so beautiful i can't.
music dripping like honey from a speaker; warm coffee sliding down your throat; elegant dresses and red lips paired with dark suits and strong jaws; birds squawking; the cafe table wobbling on the cobblestones; so this is love; a bouquet of flowers sat in her lap; a hand held across the table; quiet conversations so as to not drown out the music; c'est ça l'amour.
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Poesíain which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 2016