insensė

MY

your windswept hair danced on your head as we drove down the mountain road in the night, as dark as the charcoal the painter used to paint your tears which fell like droplets of rain on a small pond forming ripples that could only be felt by the fish on the surface. and maybe that is why my ground was shaking and the richter scale broke after reaching a nine, but i couldn't stop 'cause the glitter that poured from your mouth disappeared in the constant exploding supernova i was born out of.