matches burn.
our
the thrill
who knows where we are
but who knows that we love
our scars
our eyes
our hearts
our minds
as if our location mattered when our love was right in front of our
own
eyes.
who knows where we are
but who knows that we love
our scars
our eyes
our hearts
our minds
as if our location mattered when our love was right in front of our
own
eyes.
