You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

about a girl poetry static face josh

Frame it.
Hang it.
Sit on a bean bag.
Stare.

Posted February 17, 2011 with 23 notes VIA Origin
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