When I close my eyes and follow my inner light it leads me to the darkest places of my mind
The places where only you reside
If we were to dance would you lead
Or would it always be up to me
I early dwell in that world of shadows
Afloat in stormy waters
Our sea of dreams, I just can’t get enough of you..
If we are true, can we leave it all to bloom..
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms