by glory Jun 1, 2010  15
About this Style your dark brown eyes. i have run aground against your broken down smiles. believe me when i tell you i have no place to go but to go where the wildflowers grow and the stone flowers bloom... won't you walk me through the tiergarten? won't you walk me through it all, darling? doesn't matter if it is raining, we'll get to the other side of town. Tags: chic |
