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I need these shoes! But I can’t read what the brand of them are to save my life. July night.
I’ve been trying to understand how my heart became so cold. In a moment, everything changed and I decided to feel again. With the taste of your lips and the brush of your fingertips, I decided I could love again. So now I stand outside and wish for falling leaves while hopeless girls wish on shooting stars to grant their every dream. I don’t waste my time on stars because I refuse to wish on things that burn and fade. I will cross my fingers and take a leap of faith that I have proclaimed was never there for months.
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