Pale and perfect, like the soft light of early morning. It鈥檚 the moments between words where I find myself wondering if you feel the same little spark when you catch my glance. Pale and perfect, just the way my mama made me
Pale and perfect, like the soft light of early morning. It鈥檚 the moments between words where I find myself wondering if you feel the same little spark when you catch my glance. 鉁煉璓ale and perfect, just the way my mama made me
