Like the beatles I just want to hold your hand,
experiencing a form of affection that makes us to weak to even stand,
showering your heart with purple rain that leaves a stain,
or rather,
an imprint so that you never forget my name,
candy coated raindrops that never stop falling,
more than a crush,
letting it carry me or us as far as you're allowing.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Stylistic Flows
A place for me to relay all the thoughts floating aimlessly around my head to the public. A picture speaks a 1000 words, but to be honest I'd rather use my words to create the perfect picture. Thats my blog, my Dramatic Dreams, and internal train ride.
About Me
Dreamscape
Me
Stylistic Flows
No comments:
Post a Comment