Curate, connect, and discover
Oh honey, I’ve never believed A word you said. Until you told me, Shooting stars Are rock and dust. Burning up. Falling unto us. Just like us, Falling in love. Have a fight. Good and bad. But to me, You are light To my dark sky
Fall for me in the middle of August
We are nothing but a mere memory of two people who fell apart.
Let’s be something else