pretty pretty girl
I was looking for the word ‘grace’ in the dictionary and found you instead. The way you move and how your eyes follow, how could one not fall in love? Somehow everything seems to fall in place as you sway across the floor. God doesn't like to see his art struggling perhaps he paved the path of flowers for you. Tell me how does it feel to be so loved? Jealousy is a disease and I certainly have it. If I could walk in your shoes, would you allow me the luxury of living your life, just once? How must it feel for you to be able to dance your way through while I still struggle to pave mine?




















