She always sat near windows,
so that she could touch the clouds.
She was just another broken doll,
dreaming of a boy with glue.
My atoms love your atoms. It's chemistry.

❤️❤️❤️
We left our love to ash,
where a mighty fire 
once had
roared.
❤️❤️❤️
  • Far Away From Humanity.
  • RegistriertJanuary 9, 2016