4.12.16
On a december
4.12.16on a december she looked at him like he was a painting misunderstood and full of color; every smile he made was every p...
on a december
she looked at him like he was a painting
misunderstood and full of color;
every smile he made
was every paint brush she'd gladly create,
she gave him the colors of her skin
whilst he delighted her
with a full hearted smile
and a pinched of desire
on a december
she looked at him like he was a painting
and she loved every minute of it.
-xo,
